Sin Family Robinson
[aka 'Island Incest']
by George Clayton
(BH-7266)


CHAPTER ONE 

Dr. John Robinson was lying fully clothed on his bed, reading a book on 
abnormal psychology, when his seventeen-year-old-daughter Nina came in, sat 
down on the bed beside him and absentmindedly began fondling his crotch. Dr. 
Robinson smiled and put down the book. Nina looked very much like her mother 
when she was that age. "Mmmmm, that feels good, baby," he told her. 

It was Nina's turn to smile. She always enjoyed feeling her father's cock, 
even through the cloth of his trousers. She snaked the zipper down, reached 
into the opening, and eased the stiffening flesh past the shorts. She ran 
her fingers all over the length of it. 

"Something troubling you, Nina?" he asked her. He was a psychiatrist, but it 
didn't take one to know something was on her mind. Her hands felt good on 
his penis, just as they always did. He reached up, unbuttoned her blouse, 
and thrust his hand under her bra so he could massage her breasts and feel 
the nipple grow hard against his palm. 

She nodded in answer to his question and bent over his stiff penis to lick 
it. Her tongue twirled around the end of it in tiny circles. She lowered her 
lips and sucked at the top of it. After a while, she rolled it against her 
cheeks and said, "I'm afraid I goofed, Daddy." 

"You don't mean you're pregnant?" he asked. 

She laughed and playfully kissed his testicles. Her long upswept coiffure 
tickled his belly to make him laugh. She said, "No, thank goodness. I'm very 
careful about things like that, just like you and Mommy taught me." She 
sighed and continued rubbing her hands over his throbbing flesh. "No, in 
school today I forgot where I was, and I told this guy who was bothering me 
to go fuck himself." 

John Robinson laughed and worked his hand under his daughter's skirt, along 
the hot, moist in-sides of her thighs. "Is that all?" 

"Unfortunately the teacher overheard me and there was hell to pay." 

The man placed the palm of his hand directly over the girl's crotch. She 
spread her legs to give him greater access and he began massaging her there. 
Through the thin panty, he could feel her marvelous young vagina, warm and 
wet, pulsing with the excitement rapidly building inside her. 

She murmured, "That feels good, Daddy. I love you to touch me there. It 
makes all my tenseness evaporate. Can I talk you into fucking me?" 

"With no difficulty at all, baby," he told her honestly. "You're quite a 
woman." 

She was pleased by the compliment. "And you're quite a guy, Daddy," she 
said, giving his stiff penis an extra squeeze. 

They stood beside the bed and undressed. He asked, "Any particular way you'd 
like it?" 

"With you on top," she said. "It makes me feel good that way." 

He knew she was really tense now. On all those other occasions when they did 
it just for the pure sexual enjoyment, she went in more for the exotic 
methods. When she needed comfort and security, she wanted him on top, 
symbolic of his protection. Not that he minded. Any way was delightful with 
his daughter, he thought, as his gaze wandered about her firm, full breasts, 
her slightly rounded stomach, her smooth, well-curved legs, and the tangled 
mass of brown pubic hair at her crotch. 

Nina was very proud of her father. He wasn't square and prissy the way some 
girls' fathers were. There were some girls in her classes at high school who 
had never even discussed sex with their parents, much less fuck them. She 
truly loved him because he was her father and because he had a wholesome, 
healthy attitude about the natural functions of the body-and because she 
truly, physically loved his hard lean body. She enjoyed feeling his hands 
touching her breasts and her cunt-gently, knowingly, not roughly like her 
brother Alec, although there was something to be said for that approach, 
too. 

Dr. Robinson lay on his back on the bed and pulled his daughter down on top 
of him. He held her there for a moment, plunging his tongue deep into her 
mouth, exploring the crevasse of her buttocks and squeezing the flesh there, 
exulting in the stiffening of her nipples as they grazed his flesh. His own 
genitals in intimate contact with hers grew harder. 

He rolled, holding onto her, and they lay for a moment on their sides, 
facing each other. He palmed the nipples of her breasts, moving from one to 
the other with one hand, while the other hand busied itself between her 
legs, rubbing the wiry brown hair, stroking through the outer lips of her 
vagina, then plunging his middle finger into the hot, moist area to 
stimulate her clitoris. 

She moaned and returned his kiss with enthusiasm, sucking his lips, wiggling 
her tongue over them and into the opening. Her hands moved over his stomach 
and between his legs, where she found his tight testicles with one hand and 
gently squeezed and massaged them, while her other hand took the shaft of 
his penis and pulled it, stretching it toward her body and rotating it at 
the same time. 

"Mmmm, baby," he moaned, "you really know how to please a guy." He said it 
to please her and because it was true. 

It was obvious she was pleased. Her smile told him that. She asked, "Do you 
want me to suck your cock, Daddy?" 

"That would be nice, baby," he said. "I'd like that. But I'm not sure I'd 
last. You really turn me on. Besides, you'd like to get right to it, 
wouldn't you?" 

She nodded. It was a wonderful relationship they had, not only from an 
emotional and physical standpoint, but from a psychological one as well. She 
loved running her lips and tongue over her father's stiff, throbbing cock. 
She sincerely enjoyed putting the end of it between her lips and pulling at 
it, gently nipping the edges with her teeth. But most of all she thrilled to 
opening her mouth wide and taking it all in, right to the balls, then 
clamping her lips tight around the shaft and working her head up and down, 
up and down, feeling his thick flesh pulse and grow even bigger in her 
throat, until it swelled inside her mouth and jerked and spurted spasms of 
hot come that she swallowed as fast as it flowed. 

He could sense that the young girl was ready. He rolled over on top of her, 
and she spread her legs and reached down between them to take his penis in 
her slim fingers and guide it unerringly toward the inviting hole. The tip 
of his sex organ touched her vaginal lips. Spreading them with his own 
fingers, he moved forward and slid his shaft all the way into her with one 
smooth, continuous glide. 

She squealed her delight as he sank into her. She clamped her legs tight 
around his back and hugged him with her arms. "Oh, Daddy," she cried, "I 
love your beautiful cock deep in my cunt. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me good." 

Dr. John Robinson smiled again, for he had every intention of fucking his 
daughter good. He was fully aware that a great many people would be shocked 
at this intimate behavior between himself and Nina. However, he firmly 
believed that sex was a natural and normal function of all people, and that 
it should be enjoyed to the fullest among all members of the family group. 
It could be enjoyed singly, in twos or more, just as any card game or other 
family entertainment might be enjoyed, with no feelings of guilt or shame to 
mar the act or the pleasant contemplation of it before and after. 

As Nina herself had once amusingly put it: "The family that lays together, 
stays together!" 

She rocked and rolled under him, expertly gyrating her hips and lifting her 
buttocks to meet his thrusts into her. She twisted her body back and forth, 
dragging her stiff nipples across his bare chest. 

"Mmmm, you're good, baby, you're very good," he told her. 

As a practicing psychiatrist, he knew the value of praise. As a father, he 
was proud that the praise was well deserved. A great many girls went to the 
marriage bed unprepared, but not Nina. The man that got her for a wife would 
be getting a woman with lots of experience and know-how. 

As a man, he was fully satisfied by his daughter's efforts to give him 
sexual pleasure. Every time they had sex-intercourse or whatever-she never 
failed to please him with her utterly female body, with the way she stroked 
his penis with her hands, the way she kissed his mouth and his genitals, the 
way she moved her lithe young body against him to bring enjoyment to herself 
and to him. 

Her pretty face was flushed with excitement. Her eyes were glassy, the 
eyelids slitted with the passion that wracked her. She moaned and clutched 
him to her while she rotated her hips so furiously he had to dig both his 
hands into the soft flesh of her buttocks to hold on. She bumped and ground 
her genitals against him. Her legs clamped around his body tighter. Her 
nails raked his back. Her tongue delved into his ear. 

Dr. John Robinson found himself being carried along in the sensual 
excitement generated by the young girl under him. He thrust rhythmically in 
and out of her tight, wet, hot vagina. He caressed her buttocks with one 
hand while the other crawled along her bouncing body to one of her breasts, 
which he proceeded to massage. He buried his face in the soft musky perfume 
of her brown hair and increased his tempo. 

She was close to coming and he wanted her to do it first, after which he 
would swiftly follow. He was very excited himself, but a small calm portion 
of his mind heard a noise at the bedroom door. A brief glance over his 
shoulder told him the door was slightly ajar. He didn't see them, but he was 
sure a double pair of young female eyes were watching the performance on the 
bed. 

It was the twins, of course, thirteen-year-old Robin and Polly. The rascals 
were secretly watching. Well, if that helped turn them on, why not? Everyone 
had idiosyncrasies, so why not pre-pubescent girls. He slowed the frequency 
of his penis thrusts, but maintained the rhythm. All of them were going to 
have a good time-he and Nina directly, the twins by their voyeurism (and 
probably masturbation, if he knew them)-so why not make it last? 

Outside the door, in the hallway, Robin said, "Will you move over? I can 
hardly see them fucking in there." 

Polly moved over slightly to give her sister room to peer into the bedroom. 
"They're really screwing up a storm," she whispered. "Daddy's on top of Nina 
with his peter in her pussy." 

"Yeah," Robin breathed, "and she's really enjoying it, too." 

In edging forward, Robin's belly and crotch were pressing eagerly forward 
into Polly's buttocks, and the pressure there, plus the sight of the 
intercourse in the bedroom, began getting her excited. She saw the motion of 
her sister's arm and knew the girl was already masturbating. She put her own 
hand under her dress, snaked a finger under the panties, and stuck it 
between her legs into the warm hole of her soft-haired pussy. 

Robin rubbed her downy crotch with the palm of her hand, stimulating the 
pubescent outer lips even while her middle finger slid all the way into the 
opening, touching the nub of clitoris as it slid on past into the damp, 
pulsing cavern. She slid it in and out slowly at first, nudging the clit 
with each stroke, while she stared past her trembling sister into the 
bedroom where her father was pumping his penis into Nina. 

Oh, Daddy, she thought, how I wish you were on top of me, fucking me good, 
shoving your big peter in my pussy. 

But then Polly would be there with her as usual, no doubt. Her father seemed 
to like both thirteen-year-old girls working him over at the same time, 
kissing his lips, his nipples, his balls, and his peter, massaging him all 
over. 

Robin enjoyed sex with her fifteen-year-old brother, Alec, but not as much 
as with her father. She loved to rub his peter with her hands and kiss it 
and suck it. She loved moving her own crotch against him, massaging his cock 
with her pussy, and it was obvious the man also liked it. She could almost 
feel his hands rubbing her breasts and fingering the nipples, as she 
imagined it was she in the bedroom with him instead of her older sister. 

Polly was having similar fantasies. She worked her finger in and out of her 
slickly wet pussy and reached up to fondle her breasts and feel the nipple 
rise stiffly from the touch even through the cloth of her blouse and the 
thin brassiere she wore. All the while her eyes never left the couple on the 
bed. She licked her lips and watched as her father's peter moved back and 
out of Nina's gleaming pussy. She ran her tongue across her lips as though 
tasting the balls dangling there under the crack in his bottom. Her finger 
tried to match the frantic though controlled rhythms of the two in the 
bedroom. 

"Well, what have we here?" a female voice said behind them. 

Robin glanced over her shoulder to see her mother standing in the corridor 
with an amused smile on her face. The young girl said, "Sh," but both hands 
were too busy to put to her lips. 

"It's Daddy and Nina," Polly explained. 

The older woman glanced through the crack in the door. She whispered, "You 
could go in there, you know. Daddy doesn't mind if you watch." 

"It's more fun this way," Robin said. 

Polly nodded. Her eyes were glazed and she was too far gone to speak. The 
flush on her cheeks told she was close to her first orgasm. 

Rose Hardy Robinson smiled. "Okay, kids, have fun," she said. She turned and 
continued on her way down the hallway to her son Alec's room, thinking how 
shocked people would be if they knew the sexual freedom the Robinson family 
enjoyed. They'd be shocked, because that was what was expected of them-but 
way down deep inside, perhaps unconsciously, they'd be envious. She'd been a 
nudist all her life and a believer in sexual freedom, so when she and Dr. 
John Robinson got married he had little trouble in convincing her that their 
family would have no sexual hangups, no feelings of guilt or shame no matter 
what they did, so long as nobody was hurt. 

Sex between them was inevitable because it was enjoyable and because they 
truly loved each other and this was one way of showing it. The thought of 
incest did not bother her. After all, many times she and her brother Ben had 
engaged in sexual intercourse when they were growing up. 

She paused before Alec's door, which was partly open, and knocked. 

"Come in," a young male voice said. 

She opened the door. "Busy?" 

He was stretched out on his bed, naked, his stiff prick between his long 
fingers. He was idly toying with it as he read a book. 

"Oh, it's you, Mother," he said, snapping the book shut. "No, just reading 
is all." 

His body was white and still damp from the shower he'd taken. He had a lean, 
hard body, as athletic as his father's. With a lean, hard prick, just like 
his father's, too, she thought as she stared at it. Many was the time she'd 
enjoyed that stiff prick. She sucked it, had it reaming out her cunt and her 
ass, and had it fuck her every way either of them could think of. 

Alec blushed as his mother's eyes flicked over his naked, aroused body. It 
was not, however, a blush of embarrassment at his nudity. He was pleased by 
the obvious approval of his mother's eyes. The feeling was quite mutual. He 
shook his long brown hair from his eyes and stared back at her, x-raying her 
full figure with its large breasts and wide hips. At the sight of her his 
pecker lurched in his hand, and he felt the urge to screw her, to shove it 
up her snatch, to kiss her boobies and feel her butt. As an infant, he'd 
loved to suck her large nipples, and it was something he knew he'd never 
outgrow. 

"Hey, you're still wet," his mother admonished him. 

She grabbed the damp towel from where he'd flung it over a chair and sat 
down on the bed beside him. She proceeded to rub him vigorously with the 
towel until his body was red and tingling. She draped his crotch with the 
towel and was amused by the fact that it poked up in the middle like a tent 
pole. 

"Well," she said in feigned innocence, "what have we here?" She yanked the 
towel away in the manner of a magician performing a trick, then she leaned 
forward and kissed his throbbing flesh. 

Alec bit his lip and felt his pecker jerk as her lips caressed it. "Careful, 
woman, or you'll get a mouthful." 

She licked her lips. "Wouldn't mind that at all. You look good enough to 
eat." 

He turned serious. "So do you, Mother." 

She knew what that look on his face meant. It didn't take much to arouse her 
son sexually, and she was proud of him for that. In addition, he was able to 
arouse her as well, merely by showing her his youthful body. She felt her 
breasts ache for his touch, her nipples stiffen in expectation of his kiss. 
She felt her cunt grow hot and wet as she massaged his throbbing prick with 
her hands. 

She stood beside the bed and quickly undressed. Free of the restraining 
clothing, she stretched sensuously, exulting in the admiration of her 
teenage son who lay on the bed watching her. There was no need to play word 
games. Both of them had done this often before, and they knew by a word, a 
look, or a touch what was wanted of them. 

Naked, she lay on the bed beside him, and he welcomed her with open arms, 
pulling her close, mashing his mouth over her lips, inserting his tongue 
past her teeth in quick movements. She kissed him with enthusiasm, matching 
his tongue motions with her own. Her hands moved down over his heaving belly 
to his groin, where she cradled his testicles with one hand while she pulled 
his penis with the other. His own hands grew busy on her body, one of them 
leaping from one breast to the other, the other hand rubbing the crotch 
between her spread legs, massaging her vaginal lips, sliding a finger into 
the warm dampness of the pulsating hole that was ready for him. 

She pulled her mouth from his lips and kissed him on the cheek and throat. 
She twisted her body slightly so she could rain wet kisses along his 
shoulder and down on his chest. She took one nipple into her mouth and 
sucked on it for a moment before transferring her affection momentarily to 
the other one. Then she twisted more so she could kiss and tongue her way 
down along his flat stomach, pausing to twirl her tongue into his navel. 

"Hey," he laughed, "that tickles." 

She smiled, remembering how even when he was a very tiny boy she used to do 
that to him to make him laugh. Even as an infant, she'd taken his small 
stiff penis in her mouth and sucked on it to give them both security and 
comfort from the act. But now he was a big boy, fifteen and filled to 
bursting with the juices of puberty. The erect throbbing prick looming 
before her testified eloquently to that fact. 

"I love your man's prick, Alec," she told him. "It's every bit as wonderful 
as your father's." 

Alec felt a wonderfully warm glow of satisfaction at her words. His father 
had never really wanted him to feel there was any competition between them, 
but he still felt there was some in existence. As a result, he always tried 
hard to satisfy Nina and the twins and his mother-especially his mother-to 
be on an equal footing with his father in all their esteem. 

He never expressed this feeling any more outside the family group. Once he'd 
made the mistake of mentioning his desires to a boyfriend, who had promptly 
told other boys, who in turn had smirked and called him a "mother fucker." 
Well, of course he was that, and he saw no reason to not admit it. He truly 
loved his mother and enjoyed screwing her. However, it didn't take much more 
derision for the youth to learn other people didn't have the same beliefs 
and attitudes that the Robinson family had. 

His mother's spread legs were pointing in his direction. He smiled at the 
juncture of the full thighs where the dark triangle of pubic hair pointed 
the damp area between her legs that had brought him so much pleasure. She 
had a marvelous snatch, still very tight after all the screwing he and his 
father had given her, and he loved to explore it with his fingers, his mouth 
and tongue, and his pecker. Impulsively, he bent his head between her legs 
and planted a wet kiss directly on her pulsating lips. 

Rose squealed her delight, and a tremor of sexual pleasure shook her from 
head to toe. She placed the palm of one hand under Alec's balls and gently 
squeezed them. With her other hand she grasped the shaft of his prick and 
rubbed it. At the opening in the very tip a tiny drop had congregated. She 
extended her tongue and licked away the dewy jewel. 

It was Alec's turn to shudder. 

"Feel good, honey?" she asked him. 

It was a needless question. He nodded feverishly and bent his head once more 
into her crotch, holding onto her buttocks with both hands, while his mother 
sucked and blew against her vaginal lips and his tongue delved into the wet 
opening to lick her clit one way and then another. 

Rose took her son's prick firmly in her hand, stuck out her tongue and 
whriled it around the knobby tip of the sex organ. She teased him with her 
tongue until he was frantic with desire and was thrashing about on the bed, 
with his own mouth and tongue furiously laving her hot genitals. 

Alec was not alone in his feelings. The knowing touch of his mouth and 
tongue on her made Rose very excited. Her breasts ached and the nipples on 
them distended with increasing passion. She took the knob of his penis in 
her mouth and sucked greedily on it for a moment before opening her mouth 
wide and letting him shove it deep into her throat. She closed her lips 
tightly around the throbbing flesh as he jerked his prick in and out of her 
mouth at an increasingly frantic tempo. 

She was glad she could satisfy him so thoroughly. Alec's ministrations on 
her crotch were more expert than a regular fifteen-year-old boy's were 
ordinarily. Most boys his age hadn't even heard of cunnilingus, much less 
practiced it. Her husband John had told her of the parade of unhappy females 
who came to the psychiatric couch because their husbands failed to satisfy 
their sexual needs. If only those unthinking males knew as much about 
building up a woman as Alec did, the marriages would be much happier. That 
was one sure thing: her son would know how to keep his own wife happy when 
he got married. 

Alec clutched his mother's vibrating buttocks with both hands, trying to 
hold her steady while he centered his head over her crotch and rained hot 
kisses all over the insides of her sweating thighs, saving the juiciest ones 
for her vaginal lips before inserting his tongue between the quivering folds 
of hot flesh and plunging it in to rub the stiff clitoris back and forth 
with swift, certain strokes. 

Alec enjoyed sex of all kinds, and this sixty-nining was no exception. He 
felt as though his entire body was on fire, being consumed by flames of 
passion. He felt the soft brown hair of his mother's head swish 
tantalizingly over his naked thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his 
groin and her lips tightened about his pecker. His pecker was swollen with 
desire as he met her head thrusts with thrusts of his own designed to shove 
the sex organ deep in her mouth. His sister Nina sometimes put perfume on 
her crotch, not for him especially, but so her snatch would smell nicer than 
usual. His mother didn't do that, and Alec was glad. He loved to smell the 
natural smells of her. He loved to have the odor of her genitals fill his 
nostrils, for it made him even more excited while he was tasting, licking, 
sucking the moist, hot quivering flesh between her legs. 

Rose felt the plunges of her son's stiff penis growing swifter and she knew 
he was going to come before much longer. But good boy that he was, he was 
holding back so she could come at the same time. As she mouthed his prick 
and massaged his balls, she concentrated on the stiff nub of her clitoris 
where his tongue was pushing the hood of flesh one way and then the other. 
Encouragingly, she rolled her hips against his cheeks, rubbing her cunt 
against his mouth. She bit back a scream of delight as his tongue delved 
deeply and his lips and teeth nipped at her clit. She trembled, moaned, and 
matched his mouth movements on her cunt with her own mouth movements on his 
prick. 

He lifted his ass from the bed for an instant. His prick swelled even more 
in her mouth. He grunted, unable to hold back any longer, then began 
thrusting the stiff prick furiously in and out of her mouth with rapid 
strokes. Her tongue twirled around the tip of it and her lips tightened 
convulsively as hot sticky fluid spurted from the end of the throbbing, 
spasming prick and struck the roof of her mouth. 

She swallowed it as fast as it came out. At the same time, she churned her 
own ass so rapidly he had to dig his fingers into her flesh to keep his 
mouth locked to her cunt, his tongue to her clitoris. His spent prick still 
lay in her sucking mouth, so the scream that issued from her lips was 
muffled when orgasm hit her with all the force of a tidal wave. Her body 
shook from head to toe, her thighs twitched as spasms of pleasure wracked 
her. 

When it was over, they lay gasping for breath, bodies sweating, passions 
spent. Rose removed her son's prick, now limp, from her mouth and kissed it 
gently before pressing it affectionately against her cheek. 

"That was wonderful, Alec," she told him sincerely. 

"It was wonderful for me, too, Mother," he told her. Impulsively, he twisted 
about on the bed, pulled her close to him, and kissed her passionately on 
the mouth, using his tongue this time over her lips and past her teeth to 
delve the cavity of her mouth with deep, soulful thrusts, which the older 
woman was only too happy to return. 

"Oh," she said suddenly, "I nearly forgot." 

"Forgot what?" 

"What I'd come in here to tell you," she said, adding with a smile, "before 
you seduced me with this." 

Playfully, she tugged his prick. Just as playfully, he retaliated by nipping 
gently at her nipples. 

"We got a letter from Uncle Ben," she told him. "My brother Ben whom I 
haven't seen in years. Ben and his son and daughter are spending the summer 
on an island in the Gulf of California, and he's invited all of us to spend 
some time down there with him." 

"Wow!" Alec enthused. "Does Dad know?" 

"I haven't had a chance to tell him. He and Nina are too busy fucking," she 
said with a smile. 

"Still?" Alec raised an eyebrow. "They were screwing when I took a shower." 

She shrugged. "Well, you know your father. Sometimes he gets longwinded and 
tries to set a record." 

But most of her conscious mind was not on John Robinson at all, but on her 
brother Ben Hardy, whom she hadn't seen in such a long time. Ben was a 
diamond in the rough. As youngsters they'd explored each other's body 
intimately from the start. They'd fucked up a storm as often as they could, 
and both of them had enjoyed every moment of it. Ben had a no-nonsense 
approach when it came to sex. He wasn't gentle and kind and slow-going like 
John. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. It would be a pleasant 
change, she thought, being fucked by a man like that. Her thoughts were 
interrupted by a rising moan from the other bedroom and she looked up to see 
Alec grinning at her. 

"She's following in her mother's footsteps," Rose said. "Come on, let's go 
see the climax." She leaped from the bed and, naked, padded from the room 
into the corridor where the twins were still outside the door, both of them 
with glazed expressions on their faces, while their skirts were pulled up 
and their fingers worked frantic rhythms under panty rims into their 
youthful vaginas. Their moans filled the hallway. 

Robin suddenly muttered, "Uh-uh-uh!" and shuddered from top to bottom, then 
slid down the wall to a limp heap on the floor. A short time later, Polly 
gulped and said, "Ohhhhhhh!" as she caught sight of her still naked brother. 
Without missing a stroke she moved toward him and grasped his limp penis in 
her hand and jerked at it. 

"Sorry, Sis," Alec apologized, "but my batteries haven't recharged yet." 
Despite this, he felt a surge of pleasure at the touch of the 
thirteen-year-old's hand on his pecker. 

Polly didn't answer. She licked her lips and moaned some more and kept 
massaging his genitals with one hand while the other hand rubbed the area 
between her legs. A moment later she groaned, shuddered, let go of his 
penis, and sat on the floor beside her prostrate sister. 

Rose and her son Alec were only too happy to take the youngsters' places at 
the door. She even eased it open some more so they could have an 
unobstructed view of the bed and its two occupants. She smiled. Her husband 
John was really going to town with Nina. The young girl was stretched out on 
the bed with her legs spread wide, while her father lay between them and 
pumped his stiff prick into her cute little cunt. Rose watched, ever 
fascinated by the sight of the throbbing hunk of male flesh ramming into the 
opening which swallowed it, and then saw it ease out, glistening wetly from 
the natural vaginal lubricants within the young girl's body. 

Nina's eyes were closed, but she knew full well what was happening. Her 
pretty face was flushed with excitement as she clasped her father tightly to 
her body by clamping her legs about his back and holding her arms around his 
neck while she gyrated her genitals against him, bumping, grinding, 
thrusting, twisting as his cock moved relentlessly in and out of her hot 
cunt. She felt herself coming, with the passion building deep inside her and 
rising wiftly. She squealed and mashed her lips against her father's mouth, 
plunging her tongue into his mouth to match his rapid strokes between her 
legs. 

Dr. John Robinson felt himself being swept up in a sexual excitement so 
strong it could not be denied. He could have come before this, but he'd 
wanted to wait until Nina was ready, so they could culminate mutually. 
Besides, he always enjoyed making the sex last, whether it was with Nina, 
the twins, or his wife Rose. 

Nina's legs released him and then flailed the air as she pumped her crotch 
vigorously. Her lips still glued to his mouth, she murmured, "Go, Daddy, 
go!" 

John Robinson went. He buried his face in the musky perfume of her soft 
brown hair and massaged her breasts and pumped his penis into her as fast as 
he could. He almost winced as the muscles of her vagina gripped and released 
him with rhythms that told him she was close to orgasm. 

Nina caught her breath, clamped her legs about him once more, and pulled him 
close. She muttered, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" and came in a series of 
brief but violent spasms so intense it shook the bed beneath them. 

Her father followed closely. The grip of her young vagina on his already 
swollen sex organ carried him quickly over the top in several short bursts 
that throbbed deep inside her. A moment later, he kissed the young girl 
warmly on the mouth. "That was wonderful, baby." 

Her face was flushed with the warm glow of contentment. "I loved it, too, 
Daddy." 

The sound of someone applauding made them look up. Rose and Alec came into 
the room, clapping their hands. 

Rose said, "It was a beautiful, inspiring performance." 

"I didn't know you were there," Dr. John Robinson said. 

"I'll bet you didn't," Rose said unbelievingly. She sat on the edge of the 
bed. "If you two are through, let me tell you the news." 

She told them about Ben Hardy's invitation, and John said, "I'm sure we 
could all stand a vacation. It'll be nice to get away and meet some 
relatives we haven't seen for a while. Ben has a daughter, doesn't he?" 

Rose nodded. "Carol should be sixteen about now. Ben tells me she's quite a 
beauty. A pretty blonde, in case you're interested." 

John laughed. He didn't answer, but it was obvious he was interested. He 
truly loved having sex with his wife and his three daughters, but it would 
be a pleasant change of pace to experience intercourse with his niece. 

"If we're going visiting," Nina said, "make Alec cut his hair." 

Indignantly, Alec brushed back his tousled brown locks with a hand. "There's 
nothing wrong with my hair." 

"It makes you look like a girl," she said. 

"Oh, yeah, does this look like a girl's?" He fingered his penis. "I'll show 
you." He leaped onto the bed on top of her, crushing the breath from her for 
a moment, and they began wrestling around. 

"Hey, you two," their father said with a laugh. "Cut out the squabbling." 

Rose said, "Ben also has a young son, Chris, who's seventeen." 

Nina stopped struggling and looked up with interest. "Oh?" 

"I thought that would make you perk up," her mother said, smiling. 

Rose didn't mention that the thought also made her perk up. Ben had the same 
philosophy regarding sex that John had-enjoy it within the family group. She 
would love to feel her brother's rough but stimulating hands on her body, 
touching her cunt, her ass, sucking her nipples with his greedy mouth. And 
of course there was his son, young Chris, who would be an experience, too. 
The idea of feeling a couple of new pricks in her cunt, her hand, her 
mouth-maybe both at the same time-thrilled her very much. 

They were all silent for a moment, contemplating the sexual adventures that 
lay ahead of them. Even the thirteen-year-old twins, Polly and Robin, were 
thoughtfully considering the feel of strange male hands on their youthful 
bodies-and apparently relishing the motion. 

John reached out and playfully swatted his wife's firm, shapely buttocks. 
"Well, come on," he said, "let's start packing. A vacation will do us all a 
lot of good!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Ben Hardy sat out in the patio, drinking beer and getting hornier than ever. 
The full moon sailed high in the Mexican skies. Somewhere out in the forest 
of tropical trees two birds were busy giving each other hell. A soft wind 
carried a cool mist from the water. But Ben's thoughts were on none of 
these. He was thinking of his younger sister Rose whom he hadn't seen in 
many years. He hadn't seen her, but he'd thought of her plenty during that 
time. And he'd had pleasant dreams about her, too, reliving those magic 
moments of their adolescence when he'd fucked her regularly. She'd always 
had a beautiful snatch, and he'd enjoyed shoving his cock into her and 
making her squeal with pleasure. Nice tits, too, which he'd felt every 
chance he got and sucked on whenever he could. 

He closed his eyes now and thought of how he'd gone up behind her at times 
and rubbed the front of his pants against her ass-sometimes right in front 
of their parents, who never suspected a thing. Thinking about it now, he 
reached down in front of him and rubbed the bulge with the palm of his hand. 
It was no surprise to find that his cock was up stiff. 

He'd gotten her answer only that morning. Rose was coming down for a visit 
with her family. From the letters she wrote him once in a while he knew she 
hadn't changed much-not physically, for she always did keep her body in good 
condition, and not sexually either. She'd never come right out and told him, 
but she'd intimated plenty that the entire family mixed it up in the bedroom 
whenever they wanted. It would be good seeing her again, fucking her, 
feeling her warm body against his, her hands on his cock, her mouth sucking 
him off.... 

He groaned and rubbed the stiffening flesh harder. He thought, And there's 
seventeen-year-old brown-haired Nina. He'd gotten pictures of her in a 
bathing suit from Rose. Just like her mother in many ways, only younger. 
Nice ass and legs. Tits coming along all right, too. Yes sir, I'm going to 
like ramming my cock up little Nina's sweet young snatch. 

And speaking of sweet young snatches, he thought-and turned his attention to 
the twins, Robin and Polly. 

He liked a girl to have some kind of tits, but there was a lot to be said 
for the real young stuff. He'd really begun enjoying his own daughter Carol 
when she was eleven. No tits to speak of, but her slim legs were nicely 
curved, and her hairless snatch was a pleasure to kiss and rub his cock 
against until he could get it into her. When she was very young, he used to 
have her stand with her back toward him, bending over a table, her legs 
spread, and he'd go up behind her and slip his cock between her legs. When 
she clamped her legs tightly over his shaft, he'd move it in and out until 
he came. 

Of course, the most fun came when he was able to fuck her regularly. No 
doubt the twins had already reached that stage. It would be very pleasant 
having both of them work on him at the same time, and his thoughts turned to 
the various positions he might use. A spasm of desire shook his groin, and 
he swore and rubbed his bulging crotch. Instead of relieving the sensation, 
his action served to inflame his passions all the more. 

Thank goodness for little Carol. Since her mother died years ago, she'd been 
his only sexual outlet-except for an occasional trip to a Mexican 
whorehouse, of course. But then why pay for it when you've got a piece of 
delectable ass right at home for free? He'd taught her everything she 
knew-cock-sucking, ass-reaming, fucking in all the positions. She was great 
at it, too, at all of them. Of course he'd have to share her with the 
Robinson males, but that was only fair. After all, he thought with a 
chuckle, he was trading one of his for four of theirs! 

"Shit!" he muttered aloud. "I can't stand it any longer." 

The house was quiet, which meant Carol and Chris were probably in their beds 
sleeping. Well, he'd just wake up Carol and have at her. The least she could 
do was satisfy her old man when he was hot for her-which was most of the 
time. Fortunately, the young girl didn't seem to have any qualms about 
fucking with him. Well, why should she? Young girls enjoy being fucked just 
as much as guys enjoy fucking them. 

Ben drained the remnants of his bottled beer, rose, and went into the house. 
The house was dark, but he didn't bother turning on a light. He made his way 
across the living room and into the corridor that led to the bedrooms. He 
was surprised and pleased to see that a light shone from his daughter's room 
through the ajar door. He tiptoed past his son's darkened bedroom so as not 
to awaken the boy and then paused to peer into the lighted bedroom. 

The first thing he saw was her slim naked body, with her long blonde hair 
cascading down about her bare shoulders. She stood with her back toward him, 
bent over the bed, and automatically his eyes caressed her nakedness, 
roaming over her rounded ass and down along her curved legs, then raising 
once more to a spot just under the crack in her ass where her moist snatch 
was visible, covered with golden pubic hairs. 

A male voice roused him from his trance: "That's it, Carol, it's beautiful." 

Ben suddenly realized he was so filled with his own passion and overwhelmed 
by the sight of his daughter's naked body, he didn't realize his son Chris 
was in the room. Ben had no idea how he could have overlooked the boy, who 
was stretched out on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging over the 
edge. Carol was bending over him, her mouth on his cock, sucking him off! 

Shit! Ben thought, annoyed. Even so, he found the sight very stimulating. He 
couldn't see much of Chris, but then he didn't have to in order to know what 
was going on. He himself had been sucked off by Carol often enough to know 
the touch of her lips on his cock was something special. Besides, the sight 
he could see was rewarding enough. As she'd proved often during her 
childhood and adolescence, Carol was a very limber girl. Now she stood with 
her feet planted wide apart, bent at the waist so her hands and mouth could 
work at her brother's stiff cock. Another girl would've taken an easier 
position, but Ben was glad his daughter hadn't. From his vantage point he 
could see right up between her spread legs at the quivering, damp snatch 
that seemed to beckon invitingly at him. 

Damn it, Ben thought, annoyed, I wish he would come so I could fuck her. 

At that moment Chris was close to coming, but he wanted to hold off and make 
his pleasure last. He really loved his slim blonde sister and he loved 
having her suck his dick. But then he loved everything about her-the hole 
between her legs, her rounded cheeks, the tiny jugs that were her breasts, 
the way she straddled him when they were humping. He caught his breath, 
twisted his head back, closed his eyes, and ran his fingers along his sandy 
crewcut as passion coursed through him. He fought the urge to cry out, for 
he didn't want his father to come and see them. He always felt 
self-conscious when the older man was watching. 

He slitted open his eyes and watched her head move up and down in his lap, 
her lips tight about his dick. She had her palms spread on either side of 
him, flat on the bed for balance, but in addition to her expert tongue and 
mouth she swirled her long blonde hair over his stomach and genitals, 
tickling him, making his coming all that sooner. 

"Oh, Carol," he moaned, "I love your mouth on my dick." 

If she'd been able to, his sister would have smiled. She liked sucking 
pricks almost as much as screwing. She especially liked doing it to her 
brother Chris who was so much gender than her father. Even so, she didn't 
mind her father's roughness when he shoved his prick in her mouth or up her 
pussy-or even in her ass, which he did sometimes. Often she enjoyed it all 
the more when he took her with such fast and furious determination. It was 
his way of showing her how badly he wanted and needed her body. 

Now she concentrated on giving enjoyment to her brother. Her mouth enclosed 
over his stiff, throbbing prick, the lips tight about the pulsing shaft as 
she raised and lowered her head over it. She had a little trick of gently 
letting her teeth graze the knob at the end, hook under the rim for an 
instant so that she pulled the prick even more when she got to the upstroke. 
Chris liked it. So did her father. And their excitement transferred itself 
to her and made her very stimulated. 

She wished she had a hand free so she could reach between her legs and 
fondle her pussy, but the position she'd chosen was too precarious. Still, 
she could feel the hot wetness gather between her legs at that spot and her 
entire body began to throb with the sexual excitement filling her. 

In the doorway behind her, Ben Hardy couldn't stand it any longer. He 
unzipped his fly, took out his stiff cock, and proceeded to jerk it back and 
forth in his hand. His eyes were glazed as he gazed at the bouncing ass of 
his sixteen-year-old daughter just a few feet in front of him with her legs 
spread wide and her sweet juicy snatch in plain sight. All he had to do was 
walk up behind her and shove his cock in there all the way to the hilt. 

As he thought that, his cock gave a sudden lurch of anticipation. Why the 
hell not? he rationalized. Chris and I have gone at her at the same time 
before. 

He unbuckled his belt, hooked his fingers into his underwear, lowered it and 
his trousers simultaneously, and stepped out of them. Unhampered, his cock 
stuck out in front of him as though leading the way. But Ben knew the way 
for he'd been there many times before. He eased up behind the girl and 
pressed his cock against her ass. 

"Oh!" she said, surprised, and glanced around at him. Her glance went from 
his face down along his body, and he moved back so she could see how excited 
he was. It was stiff and red, and she noted that the veins in his prick 
stood out. 

"Hey, don't stop now, Sis," Chris said. 

"Keep with it, honey," Ben told her, moving closer to her once more. "I'll 
give it to you from behind while you're sucking off your brother." 

Ben didn't know if his son resented the intrusion, but at the moment he 
didn't really care; he was much too excited to worry about anything but 
getting his rocks off. As Carol bent to Chris's crotch and took his stiff 
cock in her mouth once more, Ben eased his own cock up behind the girl, 
taking hold of her hips to steady her while he rubbed the tip and shaft of 
his cock along the crack of her soft, warm flesh for a moment. 

"Oh, you feel mighty good, honey," he told her. "You've got a sweet ass on 
you, sweetie." 

One of his hands moved around under the white glove, squeezing and pinching, 
and then he placed the palm of his hand against her open crotch. He smiled 
as she squealed a muffled squeal. Her snatch was warm and wet against his 
hand. For a moment he rubbed the area there before inserting his middle 
finger into the opening and rubbing it back and forth between the lips, 
touching her clit with each stroke. The feel of her snatch and the slurping 
sounds his ringer made as it slid slickly in and out of her made him hurry. 

He backed off slightly and spread the cheeks of her ass for a moment. There 
were two openings there for him to choose between-her snatch and her 
asshole. He'd visited both places and found them to his liking, with one 
just as tight and fuckable as the other. On impulse, he spread his fingers 
against her asshole, pressed the tip of his cock against it-and shoved. 

Carol gasped and lifted her head from her brother's crotch for a moment. 
Surprise and pain filled her pretty face, and it was all she could do to 
maintain her balance on the bed. Chris helped, though that wasn't his prime 
intention. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her down onto him again. 

"Don't stop. Not now," he begged. Frantically, he shoved his stiff penis 
into her open mouth. He could almost hear her sigh as she began chomping his 
flesh once more. 

Carol didn't mind being screwed in the ass, but she preferred having her 
father's prick up her pussy, where it belonged. She enjoyed the way he was 
doing it, but he was always so rough that sometimes it pained her to sit 
down the next day. She pressed the palms of her hands forcefully against the 
bed to steady herself. Chris' continued grip on her shoulders helped, too. 
There was also her father's hand on her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh 
there, rolling his fingers around the distended nipples. His other hand had 
creeped around her hip and down in front of her crotch, where his fingers 
had crawled joyously through her blonde pubic hair and inserted themselves 
between the damp folds of her pussy lips to tease and titillate her 
passion-swollen clit. 

Ben enjoyed group sex. It seemed more exciting to him now to be ass-reaming 
his daughter while she was going down on her brother's cock than if just the 
two of them were alone. He thrust rhythmically in and out of her asshole 
while the tightness of her puckered flesh held him with a series of 
contractions that almost made him shoot off then and there. 

No, he thought, not yet. He eased off, thrusting with slower more deliberate 
strokes. He squeezed the flesh of her slim breasts and rolled the nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger until it got good and hard. His other hand 
continued pressing against her crotch, while the middle finger diddled her 
clit back and forth. She likes that all right, he thought, delighted. Lucky 
for her she'd got an old man that knows how to fuck. He smiled to himself. 

Calmer now, he thought of the parade of new faces, snatches, tits, and asses 
that would romp through his bed when the Robinson family came for a visit. 
That would really be something. From what Rose had told him, he'd figured 
her doctor husband was a little bit stuffy. The girls in the family were in 
for a big treat when their Uncle Ben put his educated cock into them from 
any and all angles. He laughed at the pleasant thought and increased the 
rhythm once again, pulling his cock out almost to the tip, feeling the 
vacuum suck wetly to hold his male flesh, then ramming it home so hard Carol 
almost lost her balance once more. 

From his vantage point, Chris watched his father's sweating, straining face 
over his sister's back with mixed emotions. He'd wanted to be alone with 
Carol, but even so he had to admit it was quite sexy to have her sucking his 
dick while another guy was humping her in the asshole. Several times he'd 
almost come just thinking about it. He wanted to hold back, to make it last 
longer-but he was already past the point of no return. He reached down and 
grabbed her long blonde hair with both hands and held her face down low in 
his crotch while he pumped his throbbing dick faster and faster into her 
mouth. Her tongue swirled along the tip of his dick and around the side, 
inflaming it all the more, and she kept her lips pressed tightly around the 
shaft as he jerked it in and out. 

The young boy groaned and lifted his buttocks from the bed so he could shove 
his stiff dick as far into his sister's receptive throat as it would go. In 
this position he let loose with a series of spasms that shook the bed under 
him. 

Carol felt the surge of her brother's prick in her mouth and she braced 
herself for the spasm. It came, filling her mouth with hot, sticky liquid 
which she swallowed as fast as it erupted. When it was over, she removed her 
aching jaws from her brother's crotch and turned her attention to her father 
behind her, whose hands were now busy mauling her small breasts while his 
prick rammed in and out of her asshole. 

Chris enjoyed coming in his sister's warm, sensitive mouth. He lay back, 
exhausted, and looked up at her straining face and hoped she would have an 
orgasm as good as the one she'd received from him. Except his father was 
humping her in the asshole, and when he did that sometimes the girl didn't 
come unless the hole between her legs was fingered or sucked. 

A sudden thought made the young man smile. He twisted about on the bed so 
his head was toward the rear of the bed and inched his way backward flat on 
his back until his body was between the girl's outspread arms and his face 
was looking directly up into her outspread crotch. It was an inspiring view. 
Her hole was there in plain sight, surrounded by damp blonde pubic hair. 
Above it and in front he could see her heaving stomach and above that her 
slight breasts jiggling back and forth as her father pawed them. 

Carol sensed her brother's intentions and was grateful for them. She lifted 
her hands from the bed and transferred them to Chris's knees, which she held 
tightly to keep her balance. She nearly lost it again when the young man's 
hand raised between her legs to finger her pussy. She closed her eyes and 
smiled as his finger roamed all over her pussylips and then separated the 
folds to slide easily up to her clit. Now she was really getting excited. 

Behind her, Ben Hardy could sense his daughter's increasing excitement. In 
intensity, it matched his own. He squeezed her breasts and nipples with both 
hands and increased the rhythm of his thrusting cock into her tight asshole. 
For a thin girl, she had a nice body on her, somewhat like her mother's had 
been. Nice hips. Good legs. A sweet ass. And a pair of tits that just filled 
two hands. 

No sir, he thought, the Robinsons aren't going to get shortchanged on this 
deal-not when it comes to quality. 

She wiggled her ass against him again and he almost came. He pulled his cock 
back slowly, exulting in the sensation of her grasping flesh reluctantly 
releasing him along the entire length of his stiff, throbbing cock. He 
withdrew it until only the knob was inside, then he paused. He felt her 
tense expectantly and he didn't disappoint her. He rammed his cock into her 
asshole forcefully. She gasped and had to grip her brother's knees even more 
tightly to balance herself. 

Ben gripped the girl's tits all the harder, making her wince while he 
plunged his cock in and out of her asshole with renewed determination. He 
felt himself coming and made no effort to hold back. He thrust faster, 
grunting, puffing while his cock made wet slapping sounds when he drove it 
into her. He tightened his hands on her tits even more and hunched over her 
straining naked body, until the frequency of his thrusts became almost 
frantic. At the instant of orgasm he grunted, rammed his cock full into her 
asshole and kept it there while it grew even more swollen and spurted 
spasmodic bursts deep inside her. 

He sighed, released her breasts, and withdrew his wet, glistening penis. He 
slapped her playfully on the ass and said, 'That was great, sweetie." He 
yawned and added, "I'm bushed. I'm gonna hit the sack." 

He turned and walked out of her bedroom, zipping up his fly as he went. In 
his own bedroom, he undressed and then slipped naked under the covers. He 
was wet with sweat, and the Mexican nights were cool. He didn't want to 
catch cold. After all, he had to be in good shape when his sister and her 
family arrived. There'd be more fucking going on than he'd had in years. He 
smiled sleepily as the thoughts crossed his mind. He drifted into slumber 
and dreamed of his sister Rose coming toward him nakedly, of niece Nina 
sucking and playing with his cock, of the twins Polly and Robin rubbing 
their young bodies all over him.... 

Back in Carol's bedroom, Chris said, "You didn't come, did you?" 

She shook her blonde head. Her father had come and gone; she'd satisfied him 
and Chris, but neither of them had done more than work her up to a point 
where she ached to have release. 

Chris grinned. "Just lie down on the bed here, and Big Brother will take 
care of you." 

As she lay beside him, he eased himself into a position so his head was 
between her legs. His finger moved up into the hole there, and he slid it 
into the opening. She thrust her body downward against his finger as it 
squished into the hot wetness, rubbing the clit back and forth. 

"Mmmmm, that feels good, Big Brother," she said. "Kiss me there, please." 

"With pleasure," he agreed. He bent his head and planted a kiss on her 
crotch. 

She shuddered and squealed and put her legs over his shoulders. "Lick it, 
Chris. Lick my pussy. Stick your tongue inside. Make me feel good." 

That was just what Chris had in mind. As she lifted her hips and pressed her 
crotch against his face, he spread her soft outer lips, stuck out his tongue 
and dragged it up along the slit to the clit, where she squealed and 
shuddered, proving he'd struck the target. 

She wasn't the only one enjoying it either. Chris liked the taste of his 
sister's genitals. He found it exciting, a fact proved by his own dick 
starting to rise hard and stiff once more. The pressure of his stiffening 
dick against the bed excited him all the more, and he began sliding his body 
back and forth to further arouse it. He had the growing urge to rise up on 
the bed and fling himself between her legs, shove his dick up her hole, and 
have another orgasm for himself. But he resisted the temptation. Not now. 
Get her built up first until she came. 

To his surprise, she lifted his head from her crotch. She said, "Climb on 
top of me, Chris. I want your prick deep inside my pussy when I come." 

He smiled and crawled up over her, kissing her navel and her breasts along 
the way. She spread her legs wide and reached down to take his stiff prick 
in her hands. She rubbed it, cooing and licking her lips, then moved the tip 
of it to her pussy. He raised himself over her for a moment and eased 
forward, letting his dick sink into her hole all the way to his balls. 

She sighed long and loudly as he entered her. "Screw me, Chris!" she husked 
passionately in his ear. "Come on, shove your wonderful prick up your 
sister's pussy!" 

She raked his back with her fingernails, clamped her slim legs tightly about 
his back, and began rocking under his thrusting male body. She loved the 
weight of him on top of her. She loved the way his hands roamed over her 
breasts and her ass. She loved the feel of his prick sliding in and out of 
her pussy, brushing her distended clit with each stroke. She panted and 
gasped, bumping her hot loins against him, feeling herself getting closer 
and closer to orgasm. 

Chris pumped his dick in and out of her hole with steady, rhythmic strokes, 
in and out, in and out, in and out. Her female hole gripped him tightly, 
much as a hand would, making him shudder with delight as he worked his hard 
male flesh in and out of her hot female body. He ran his fingers through her 
silky blonde hair. He cupped and massaged her breasts, palming the nipples 
into greater hardness. He kissed her passionately on the lips, giving her 
his tongue, receiving hers in return. 

Carol felt herself coming. She felt it start from someplace deep inside her, 
like a tidal wave building up out on the ocean, gathering speed and getting 
larger and more formidable as it approached shore. Each time her brother's 
stiff prick buried itself in her pussy, she got closer to coming. Finally it 
happened. She moaned with ecstasy and her mind whirled. The blood pounded 
hotly through her body. Her pussy seemed on fire with passion. Orgasm 
exploded inside her with such intensity her vaginal muscles expanded and 
contracted spasmodically, alternately gripping and releasing the throbbing 
prick trapped within her body. 

Chris held his breath, then let it out in a long sigh. He took hold of her 
hips and clutched her body close to his as his penis grew more swollen 
inside her, lurched, and then spurted bursts of sticky hot seminal fluid 
deep within her. When it was over, they lay connected for a while. 

Ben Hardy's sleepy voice droned from the other bedroom: "Hey, will you kids 
stop fucking around in there and get some sleep?" 

Chris smiled and kissed his sister passionately on the mouth. Carol returned 
his kiss with much enthusiasm. 

"I love you, Chris," she told him. 

"I love you, too, Carol," he said with equal sincerity. 

"I wonder what it'll be like," she said thoughtfully, "to have a stranger 
kiss me, feel my breasts and pussy, and screw me." 

"Uncle John and his family? They're not strangers exactly. They're part of 
our family, too, you know. You'll get used to it. I'm sure Uncle John and 
cousin Alec are wonderful guys." 

Playfully, she eased herself away from him and toyed with his limp, sticky 
prick. "And what about you? You'll have four girls to screw. You'll forget 
about me." 

"Not a chance." He kissed her pouting lips. "You'll always be my favorite. 
Now let's get some sleep like Father says." 

They embraced nakedly for a moment more, touching each other's genitals with 
their hands. Then Chris rose and went into his own bedroon, leaving his 
sister with her private thoughts. 

She thought of unfamiliar hands on her body-and found it strangely exciting. 
For years, the only men she'd known intimately were her father and her 
brother. Now there would be two more relatives and she wondered what they'd 
be like. She'd seen pictures of them, of course, in the letters that Aunt 
Rose wrote to her father, but they'd all been clothed. Carol would've liked 
to have seen Uncle John's prick, and Alec's. She smiled. "Well, plenty of 
time for that." There was no doubt she'd see a lot of both during their 
visit. 

In his own bed, Chris idly fondled his dick and thought of the four Robinson 
girls who would soon be visiting them. The only girl he'd ever known 
sexually was his sister Carol. She was wonderful, but often he'd wondered 
about others-about the differences in the female bodies, the differences in 
their sexual techniques. He'd often thought of how nice it would be to have 
cousin Nina for a change, and Aunt Rose with her large breasts (from what he 
could tell from her photos anyway), and the twins Robin and Polly. 

Of course it hadn't been possible until now, but he'd often dreamed of 
having several girls in bed with him at the same time. He knew his father 
had often done this in towns on the mainland, but Chris knew that would 
embarrass him. With relatives it was different. They were people you knew 
and loved, and they would all do it for him out of love for him, not for any 
selfish reason. 

He resolved to do his best to satisfy them sexually, too. Content with his 
thought, he fell asleep and dreamed of that happy tomorrow when a variety of 
hot female bodies would be eagerly swarming over him. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

On the early flight to Guaymas, Mexico, the entire Robinson family was quite 
excited about their new adventure. They enjoyed vacationing together, 
especially when there were new faces and new bodies and new sexual 
experiences to be had upon their arrival. 

Fifteen-year-old Alec kept thinking of the pictures he'd seen of his cousin, 
Carol Hardy. She'd posed in shorts that were very brief and he was able to 
tell how nice her slim figure was. Both Nina and his mother tended to a 
fullness of figure and, of course, the twins had hardly any boobies at all. 
But Carol had a couple of sweet handfuls, and he knew he was going to enjoy 
feeling them, kissing them, sucking them. It would be a nice change to have 
her body pressing on top of him while she fondled and sucked his pecker and 
then let him shove it deep into her snatch. He wondered if she were a blonde 
all the way. He hoped so. He'd never seen a real blonde, of course, not 
naked anyway, except in pictures, and the sight of the snatch showing 
through the light fuzz of pubic hair had always seemed very sexy to him. 

The warm sun shone through the window into his lap, making it pleasantly 
warm, and when he dropped his hand he discovered his pecker was hard. Well, 
he thought as his balls began to ache, at least I can go into the John and 
jerk off. 

He rose and threaded his way down the aisle, keeping his hand draped 
casually in front of him. He wouldn't want Nina to see his hard on and tease 
him about it. There weren't many people on board the aircraft, but Alec 
couldn't see his sister anywhere. Well, maybe she was hunched down in a 
front seat out of sight, probably-he thought with a grin-playing with 
herself. In the back of the plane, he tried one of the doors to the toilet 
and found it locked. 

"It's taken," a familiar female voice said muffled through the door. 

Alec turned to go, then suddenly recognized the voice. Smiling, he put his 
lips up close to the door and said, "What're you doing in there, got your 
finger up your snatch?" 

He heard a sharp intake of breath. Then Nina's voice teased him with: "Why 
don't you come in and find out?" 

The bolt slipped back from the inside. Alec hesitated. He glanced down the 
aisle of the plane and saw no one was turned around and watching him. 
Quickly, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him and slid the bolt 
into place. 

It was quite crowded in the narrow toilet area. When he turned to face his 
sister seated on the bowl, his crotch was almost rubbing her face. She'd 
removed her panties completely and placed them on a nearby shelf. Her legs 
were spread and she was working her finger in and out of the opening between 
her legs. 

"Just as I thought," he smirked. 

"And I'm not the only one with ideas," she grinned back at him knowingly. 
"What's that?" She placed the palm of one hand over the growing bulge in the 
front of his trousers and squeezed. 

He groaned. "Mmmmm, that feels great. Come on, take it out and pull my 
pecker for me." 

"Don't be childish," she scoffed, taking her hand away. "That's for kids-and 
sissies. Of course, with that long hair of yours...." 

"Don't start that!" he warned menacingly. He quickly unzipped his trousers 
and pulled his stiff pecker free. Extended as it was in the close quarters, 
the throbbing tip nearly touched her lips. "How about sucking it for me 
then?" he said. "That's a grown-up game." 

Nina was about to make a smart remark, but the sight of a stiff, pulsating 
cock right under her nose unnerved her. She'd gotten sexually excited 
thinking about her Uncle Ben and her cousin Chris and of the wonderful 
summer vacation they were going to have down in Mexico, and she'd just had 
to go to the bathroom and finger her cunt. She'd already had one orgasm and 
she was ready for another. She wet her lips and the tip of her tongue 
touched the tip of her brother's cock. When he moaned again and pressed the 
knob of it against her lips, she couldn't resist. She opened her mouth wide 
and let him slide the full length inside. 

She loved to tease her brother, but it wasn't merely out of malice. She knew 
he would get so angry with her he'd want to prove himself-which is what she 
wanted. Her father was very gentle with her, which was nice, but sometimes 
she liked to be forced to do things, to be taken roughly. She satisfied this 
urge partly with her brother when he was angry. She had the feeling, if 
those stories her mother had told her were true, she was going to get a lot 
of rough treatment from Uncle Ben. 

Now, brother Alec was shoving his stiff cock in and out of her mouth like 
there was no tomorrow. 

She held her lips tightly about it in both directions, exulting in the taste 
of the hot male flesh, the smell of it filling her nostrils. She unbuckled 
his belt and pulled his trousers down around his knees without making him 
miss a stroke. This way she could feel his balls with her hands, which is 
something she always liked to do with a man. 

Oh boy, Alec thought, this is better than jerking off any day! He knew that 
a lot of the guys-most of them, in fact-in school had jerking off as their 
only outlet. Even if they had sisters, they weren't screwing them. It seemed 
strange to Alec that this should be so, even though his father had long ago 
warned him that the incest activities of the Robinson family were not 
generally accepted by the outside world. 

One day he would be screwing his own wife and putting his pecker in her 
mouth. Meanwhile, despite her teasing him, Alec really enjoyed his sister. 
He glanced down affectionately at her bobbing brown-haired head and at her 
pretty, contorted face as she sucked furiously at his pecker. He watched the 
stiff pecker itself slide past her lips and disappear to the hilt in her 
warm, wet mouth. Then he pulled it out slowly, letting the vacuum pull at 
him until the glistening wet pecker was out to the ridge-and then shoved it 
forcefully in again. 

He shuddered from head to toe as a spasm of intense pleasure shook him. He 
closed his eyes, held his breath, and eased off to keep from coming just 
then. He muttered, "I wish I could screw you here." 

She took her mouth from him and licked the pulsing flesh with her hot 
tongue. "Me, too," she said sincerely. 

"But there's not enough room." 

She thought a moment, then smiled. "There is if I sit on your lap," she 
offered. 

"Let's try it," Alec suggested eagerly. 

Nina rose and the two shifted around each other in the close quarters, their 
genitals rubbing as they twisted around. 

"Ooooh, careful," Alec moaned, "or you'll get a belly button full of come." 

She giggled. "Hold off. I want it up my cunt, not my navel." 

He held off and sat on the toilet seat which was still warm from her 
beautiful butt. She twisted around and shoved her ass in his face. He 
couldn't resist; he squeezed the twin white globes and kissed them. When she 
bent over and steadied herself on the washbasin, he spread her cheeks and 
stuck his tongue around the puckered opening of her asshole, twirling it 
back and forth while she wiggled her excitement. Then his head shot lower to 
her snatch and the damp hair matted around it. She squealed her delight as 
his tongue touched the lips of her hot pussy and wetly laved the tender 
flesh. 

"Come on, brother," she muttered hoarsely, "let's fuck." She eased herself 
down onto his lap, spreading her pussylips with one hand while she reached 
down between her legs and grasped Alec's cock in her other to hold it 
upright. She rubbed the knob of flesh against her wet opening and it slid 
into her with no difficulty. Then she settled her full weight on him. 

"Oh, oh, oh," Alec groaned. "You're the greatest, Nina." He reached under 
her armpits and took her boobies in his hands and rubbed and massaged them 
until the nipples stood up hard against his palms. He felt her tense her 
legs under her body so she could raise and lower herself while his pecker 
was still up her tight little snatch. 

Once or twice someone rattled the door to the toilet, apparently not 
noticing the OCCUPIED sign was lit, but they ignored the sound. They were 
occupied, all right, and nothing short of a plane crash was going to stop 
them from what they were doing. 

Her snatch was hot and wet, and Alec winced with pleasure each time her 
muscles contracted to squeeze his pecker. He'd heard that sometimes snatches 
got bigger and looser and didn't hold as tight, especially after the girl 
had been screwed a lot-but Nina wasn't even close to that yet, not even with 
all the screwing she'd gotten from him and from his father. It was tight all 
the way, and all the way was where he was going with his excited pecker. 

He lifted his hips, raising his ass from the toilet seat in rhythm with her 
own motions up and down over him. He moved in and out of her, slowly at 
first, building up steam gradually. His hands fondled her breasts and rolled 
the distended nipples between his fingers. He wanted it to last. It was sure 
as hell better than sitting in the airplane seat, reading a magazine or 
watching the landscape down below. From time to time he had to really 
control himself when Nina wiggled her buttocks against his crotch and 
saucily thrust downward to meet his upward movements into her juicy snatch. 

Each time she raised herself up to the ridge where the knobby end of his 
pecker began, there was a wet sucking sound that came from her snatch, 
followed by another when she settled down on his lap, letting his pecker 
bury itself to the balls in her snatch. 

She moaned involuntarily, but she didn't mind letting her brother know how 
much she enjoyed his cock up her cunt. She corkscrewed her hips as she sank 
down upon his cock, knowing that movement would give both of them additional 
pleasure. Several times she heard him catch his breath and herself felt his 
cock start to throb relentlessly inside her body. 

"Not yet, Alec," she whispered over her shoulder to him, "not yet. Hold 
off." In the mirror directly opposite them, she could see his 
passion-contorted face reflecting over her shoulder as he gritted his teeth 
and slitted his eyes while he plunged his stiff, throbbing cock deep into 
her hot cunt. Her clit stood on end, vibrating stiffly with each pass of his 
cock against it. 

Her snatch seemed to be on fire. She could barely breathe, she was so 
excited. The blood pumped hotly through her body. She felt orgasm welling 
deep inside her, and suddenly she began trembling furiously. For a moment 
she tried to hold back, but it was too late. She abandoned herself 
completely to the intense joy sweeping through her body. She moaned as the 
first shudders shook her. She increased her thrusts up and down over his 
cock, then shrieked as the sensation struck her with full force. 

Alec tried desperately to hold back, but the firm young flesh gripping him 
made him very excited, as it always did. Then, as he felt his sister shaking 
with orgasm, he increased the fury of his pecker pumping into her snatch. 
His pecker swelled inside her, he held his breath, shoved his flesh up as 
far as it would go-and let loose with a barrage of spurting semen that wrung 
him dry and left him limp with exhaustion. 

Back in the cabin, Rose Hardy Robinson looked around. "I haven't seen Alec 
or Nina for a while," she said. "I wonder where they could be." 

Her husband glanced up from the book he was reading and surveyed the cabin. 
He chuckled. "I'll bet they're in the John-" 

"All this time? I hope they're not sick." 

"-in the John together," Dr. John Robinson went on, undaunted, "having 
sexual intercourse." 

"Do you really think so?" 

"I'm sure of it. In fact, if I know Nina, she probably sucked his penis for 
a while first. That girl really loves to perform fellatio." 

"You ought to know. You're the one who taught her," his wife said. "She's 
really an expert at sucking pricks now." 

"Like mother, like daughter," he said, gently squeezing his wife's hand. 

She blushed and retaliated by touching the bulge in his lap and massaging. 
"I had a lot of inspiration here, John. I still do." 

"I suppose," he said, "you're looking forward to seeing your brother again?" 

She nodded. "Ben was always a little crude. A diamond in the rough, but 
basically very worthwhile. He's very excited about our visit." 

"Probably got himself a hard on just thinking about going to bed with you. 
Well, I can hardly blame him." He kissed her lightly, affectionately, on the 
cheek. "You're positive he believes in incest as much as we do?" 

She nodded. "Absolutely. He and his son Chris have been fucking Carol for 
years. They both truly love the girl, but I'm sure both of them will welcome 
having a few more women from the family around." 

John grew thoughtful. "Young Carol is quite sexy-looking. She'll be fun for 
Alec." 

She gave his prick a playful squeeze through his trousers. "Just for Alec?" 

He grinned. "I'm looking forward to it, too. I want to see if blondes have 
more fun." 

"Maybe you can write a fuck paper on it for one of your psychiatric 
quarterlies," she teased. 

"Listen, baby," he said, feigning anger, "you get disrespectful of the 
psychiatry profession one more time, and I'll-" 

"You'll take me into one of the toilets," she suggested hopefully, "and 
shove your prick up my ass!" 

He began chuckling, and she looked up and saw why. A stewardess was looking 
at them with a stunned look. She'd obviously overheard Rose's remark, and 
there was no doubt she saw her hand playing with her husband's genitals. The 
stewardess blushed furiously and hurried on down the aisle. 

The twins, Robin and Polly, sitting on the opposite side of the airplane, 
did their best to muffle their giggles at the incident. 

"Reminds me of the time," Robin said, "when you and I were caught 
masturbating in school." 

"I remember that," Polly said. "We were having a race to see which of us 
came first." 

"And I won," Robin said. 

"The heck you did." 

"Well, actually, we both came so close together it was practically a tie." 

"It was fun, though," Polly said. 

"All kinds of sex are fun," Robin said, adding thoughtfully, "I wonder what 
Uncle Ben is like." 

"Mother says he's very nice. A little rough, but nice." Polly giggled. "Of 
course, what she remembers about him are their times in the sack together, 
and the size of his peter and how he liked to put it up her pussy." 

"Well, who wouldn't remember things like that? I'm sure I won't forget it 
when he fucks me," Robin said. She shivered. "I get all goose pimply when I 
think of it." 

"Me, too. I hope he likes us." 

"He'll like us, all right. Mother says he likes to fuck thirteen-year-old 
girls. We really turn him on. 

"You mean," Polly said incredulously, "he screws girls outside the family? 
Why, that's promiscuous," Robin laughed. "I'll bet when we get there we'll 
keep him busy." 

"Yeah," Polly breathed. 

Polly thought of Uncle Ben's stiff peter pressing against her pussy, of his 
hands squeezing her fledgling breasts, of his mouth sucking and kissing her 
lips, her nipples, her damp young pussy. She got very excited, and 
surreptitiously eased her finger up along her thighs and under the rim of 
her panties. She inched her finger through the sparse pubic hair and into 
the opening between her legs. She was unable to stifle the sigh that escaped 
from her lips. 

"It makes you pretty excited just thinking about it," Robin said. She 
hesitated. "I wish we could sixty-nine." 

Eagerly, Polly nodded. "But there's no chance of that, darn it." Hope flared 
in her eyes. "Unless-" 

Robin nodded. "We could take turns. First, I could kneel between your legs. 
You could throw a blanket over me, just in case the stewardess comes by." 

"Let's do it," Polly said quickly. She was so excited by her thoughts of 
Uncle Ben and by her own finger stimulating her clit, she could hardly 
speak. She took the neatly folded blanket from its overhead rack, returned 
to her seat by the window and placed the blanket over her legs. She saw 
Robin glance around to make sure the coast was clear. It was. Nina and Alec 
weren't in sight. Mother and Father were talking and laughing someplace in 
back of them. The few other passengers were scattered about the front seats 
of the airplane, most of them dozing or reading. 

Robin scampered between her twin sister's legs, kneeling on the floor 
between them, and allowed Polly to drape the blanket over her head. It was 
not completely dark under the blanket, thanks to the bright light coming in 
through the airplane window and bouncing through cracks at the edge of the 
blanket. She could see her sister's spread legs, with the dress pulled up 
around her thighs, and in between the legs to the thin covering that was 
pulled up against her crotch so tightly, the slit of her young pussy was 
visible etched against the wispy material, with a few wayward strands of 
pubic hair sprouting around the edges of the panties. 

Robin licked her lips and then with her fingers eased the cloth away from 
Polly's crotch enough so she could see the girl's naked pussy. It was a 
replica of her own, with the delicate folds of flesh pink and glistening 
with a slight haze of dew. She admired the sight for a few seconds, until 
Polly impatiently forced her head down closer. Then Robin stuck her face in 
the girl's damp crotch and began. 

"Hold still," Robin admonished as Polly groaned and wiggled at the first 
touch of her sister's tongue on her pussy. 

Robin stuck out her tongue and licked the slit up and down, back and forth, 
the way she knew Polly liked it-the way she herself liked it. Her sister's 
squirms told her it was effective, and the growing heat of her own body told 
her how much she herself was getting excited. She reached down between her 
own legs, snaked a finger under the panty rim, and proceeded to work it 
wetly in and out of her pussy, rubbing the upstanding clit one way and then 
another. At the same time she continued sucking and tonguing Polly's hot 
pussy. 

It was fun, of course-all kinds of sex were fun-but both girls much 
preferred the touch of their father's hands, tongue, and peter on their 
young pussies. Or even their brother Alec's. The notion of pairs of strange 
male hands on their bodies when they arrived at Uncle Ben's place brought 
both of them excitement just thinking of it. 

"Oooooh," Polly exclaimed, lifting her pussy off the seat and pressing it 
against her sister's face, "oooooh, that feels good, Robin. Keep licking. 
Don't stop." 

Robin wasn't about to stop. Her tongue fairly flew over the pubescent crotch 
under her mouth. She stuck her tongue through the wet tangled mat of pubic 
hair and wiggled it all around the lips of warm flesh until she had to hold 
onto her sister's wiggling thighs to keep her still. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" Polly said suddenly, catching her breath. She lifted her 
bottom off the seat and pressed her pussy tightly against Robin's face and 
shuddered her orgasm away. Then she collapsed in the seat and breathed 
heavily. 

Robin came up for air and picked a piece of hair from her teeth. "Now you do 
me," she said. 

"Okay," Polly agreed. 

The stewardess' voice interrupted them. "Fasten your seat belts, please," 
she said, coming down the aisle. "Please observe the NO SMOKING signs." 

Annoyed, Robin whispered, "My pussy is so hot it's smoking. What'll we do?" 

Polly shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'll do you later." 

There seemed no other way, so the thirteen-year-old Robin tried to still the 
ache in her loins as she buckled her seat belt. Nina and Alec came down the 
aisle to their seats. Alec was blushing furiously, but Nina merely had a 
contented look on her face. 

As the airplane came in for a landing at Guaymas airport, Robin managed to 
insert her finger surreptitiously up her pussy and masturbate. When I get on 
the ground, she told herself, I'm gonna fuck everything in sight! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

At the airport, Ben Hardy was pleasantly surprised. His sister Rose was 
still as good-looking and well-stacked as always. Maybe a little more 
mature-looking, but her body was filled out very nicely. Real nice ass and 
tits, just as he'd remem-bred them. His hands itched to feel her up. 

But first he shook hands with his brother-in-law, Dr. John Robinson, and 
welcomed him to Mexico. Then he hugged Rose and kissed her soundly on the 
lips, holding the kiss and running his tongue over her lips for old time's 
sake. When she didn't resist, he moved his cock up against her and was 
rewarded with a movement of her own loins against him. The embrace lasted 
but a few seconds, but he also managed to drop his hands down past the small 
of her back and grip her rounded ass with both palms. 

"You've never met the children," Rose said. "Nina, come meet your Uncle 
Ben." 

Shit! Ben thought, his eyes eagerly x-raying the teenager, I've got me half 
a hard on now. This little piece of snatch'll make me come in my pants. 

Cautiously, Nina moved forward, holding out her hand. Ben bypassed it and 
took the young girl in his arms and kissed her with as much enthusiasm as he 
had his sister. 

Oh baby, Ben thought, as Nina's thighs and breasts rubbed against him, I'm 
really gonna enjoy fucking you! 

The twins hugged and kissed him next, and Ben chuckled to himself. One of 
them-Robin or was it Polly? he couldn't tell them apart-was staring at the 
bulge in his pants like she'd like to eat him up. I've got quite a mouthful, 
little girl, he thought pleasantly, picturing how her cheeks would bulge out 
if he stuffed his stiff cock in her young mouth. 

"Where are your children, Ben?" John asked him. "Didn't Chris and Carol come 
with you?" 

Ben thought he detected a greater emphasis on the name Carol. Not that he 
blamed John. Carol was a sweet hunk of female meat to bite into-a little 
thin, perhaps, but then the choicest meat was next to the bone. Besides, the 
other man was getting Carol in return for four of his girls. He hoped Carol 
gave her Uncle John a real good time, like he'd lectured her to do. 

"They're waiting on the island," Ben said. "They wanted to come to the 
airport, but if they did, there wouldn't be enough room in the station wagon 
for your luggage. As it is, somebody will have to sit on somebody else's 
lap." 

"I'll sit on Alec's lap," Robin volunteered. 

Alec started to protest, but he saw the hungry look on his younger sister's 
face. "That's fine with me," he said, not wishing to start an argument about 
it. 

They gathered up their baggage and took it out to the parking area, where a 
battered old station wagon waited for them. They piled the luggage in back 
of the wagon and then climbed in, Rose between Ben and John in front, the 
children in the back seat, with Robin sitting in brother Alec's lap. 

I wish I was sitting on Uncle Ben's lap, Robin thought wistfully. He looks 
like he's got himself a stiff already. 

It was hot and dusty as the car bounced along the road. As they talked about 
old times and what events had intervened since they last saw each other, Ben 
was fully aware of his sister Rose's warm thigh pressing tightly against 
him, and he kept glancing over at her, trying to picture those tits 
unfettered by a bra. His fingers itched to touch them. His mouth watered as 
he thought of kissing and sucking them as he had in the old days. 

Well, there'll be plenty of time for all that, he decided. He glanced in his 
rear-view mirror and saw the twin Robin jiggling restlessly on her brother's 
lap. If she did that to his lap, there'd be a revolution in his pants. He 
smiled and wondered if something was going on back there. 

Something was indeed going on, and Alec knew what it was. Despite his recent 
sex with Nina in the airplane toilet, Robin's warm, rounded bottom rubbing 
against his crotch was starting to make his pecker get stiff again. He 
thought he recognized that look she'd given him-a hot, hungry, sexy look. 
When she reached down between his legs and grabbed his pecker, he was sure 
of it. 

He tried not to appear startled by her sudden move, for he had the feeling 
Nina was watching them out of the corner of her eye. Still, the tough of the 
young girl's hand was doing things to him, as it always did. 

Robin put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Put your finger up my 
pussy." 

He shook his head. "Not here," he whispered back. 

She pulled his pecker through the cloth. "Please." 

Every time the station wagon bounced, it brought her firm butt against his 
stiffening pecker, and Alec knew he was getting back in the mood very 
quickly. 

He glanced around. The three adults were busy talking up front. Next to him 
in the back seat, Polly was dozing in the warm car. Next to her, near the 
window, Nina was gazing out at the bleak landscape. 

"Okay," he whispered in Robin's ear, "but make it fast." 

He inched his hand under her skirt and along her warm thighs, between them 
and into the crotch of her panties. She trembled as his fingers touched the 
cloth, but she made no outcry. He rubbed the center area for a moment, then 
slid his finger under the rim and into the soft, squishy area between her 
legs. He moved his finger up and down the tender lips of her young snatch 
and rubbed the tip of her clit with each stroke. 

She spread her legs and leaned back against him. He didn't realize what she 
was doing until she'd unzipped his fly and was dragging his pecker out 
between her legs and under cover of her skirt. By that time it was too late. 
Any protesting he did might be noticed by the others-especially by Nina who 
would chide him and do her best to make him embarrassed by the act. 

Besides, the touch of Robin's hand on his naked pecker felt very good. He 
had his finger under her skirt, sliding in and out of her juicy snatch, 
while she had her hand under her skirt, pulling his pecker back and forth. 
They'd jerked off before, but never in the back seat of a car with other 
people around. 

To Robin, Alec's finger up her pussy felt much better than her sister's or 
her own. Of course, part of the thrill was in having her own hand on her 
brother's stiff peter, which was jerking and throbbing around in her grasp. 
She wished she could take off her panties and let him ease it up inside her 
hot pussy, but of course that wasn't possible. 

What she could do, however, was rub it all over the insides of her sweating 
thighs and up against the crotch of her panties, which she did. She could 
sense Alec gritting his teeth even as his peter swelled up in passion 
against her flesh. His excitement made her all the more excited, and it was 
all she could do to keep from moaning aloud as she felt the beginnings of 
orgasm fill her youthful body. 

Alec tried to hold back from coming, but it was clearly a losing battle. He 
clenched his teeth as his pecker was being rubbed back and forth between his 
sister's hot thighs, as she pressed it firmly over the crotch of her 
panties, where even through the thin material he could feel her warm wet 
snatch responding to him. 

He knew he was lost when Robin began shuddering all over, as she clamped her 
bare legs tightly around his stiff, throbbing pecker and held it there 
imprisoned. Automatically, he raised himself slightly. His pecker surged 
through her tight legs-and spurted white hot semen over her lap and the 
inside of her dress. But Robin didn't mind, because she was already in the 
midst of her own orgasm, relieving the pressures that had been built up on 
the airplane. 

"Not too bouncy for you kids back there, is it?" Dr. John Robinson asked, 
turning in his seat to glance at them. 

"No, no, it's fine," Alec stammered. He was aware of Nina's amused eyes 
watching him, and he knew that she fully comprehended what had happened. 
Well, so what. I screwed her in the John, didn't I? he thought defensively. 
Fortunately, Polly was still sound asleep beside them. He waited until his 
father turned back to the road ahead before stuffing his pecker in his pants 
and zipping up. 

In the front seat, Ben Hardy had a rough time keeping his mind on the road. 
Sister Rose had casually dropped her hand on his thigh, resting it there, 
and her touch on his already excited flesh was about driving him up the 
walls. He wished she'd move her hand directly onto his crotch and massage 
his cock. He'd like that. But chances are, she wouldn't. Not in front of her 
husband and the kids. Though he was sure John wouldn't really mind. Despite 
his distinguished appearance, his brother-in-law was a regular guy who liked 
fucking as well as anybody. Rose's letters had made that pretty clear. He 
also not only didn't mind the others getting their jollies with whatever 
turned them on, he encouraged them to do so. Something about the dangers of 
repressed desires, Rose had written. 

Well, with Sis around to suck his cock for him and then ram it up her sweet 
snatch, Ben Hardy wasn't going to have any repressed desires. There was also 
Nina in the back seat, not to mention the twins. There were times when the 
real young stuff-like around thirteen-made him horny as hell. 

They drove to the shoreline where a weather-beaten motorboat was tied up to 
a dock that extended into the water. 

"I'll leave the car parked here," Ben explained. "We don't need a car on the 
island. We either walk or use bikes." 

"Sounds very healthy," John said. 

"I like my exercise," Ben said, giving Rose a big wink and slapping her on 
the ass. "Especially certain kinds." 

Polly, getting out of the car, whispered to Robin, "What's he mean by that?" 

"It means, dummy," Robin explained, "that Uncle Ben wants to fuck Mommy." 

"I think," Nina said under her breath, "that Uncle Ben wants to fuck all of 
us. Except you, of course, Alec. Sorry to disappoint you." 

She laughed as Alec glared at her. Uncle Ben was a big man, and from the 
looks of the bulge still in his pants he was big where it counted. All of 
the men in her family were very gentle and considerate with her-except 
sometimes Alec when she riled him up on purpose so he'd fuck her forcefully. 
She was sure that with Uncle Ben, she wouldn't have to get him angry with 
her. It was his nature to act the caveman with women. It would be fun for a 
change having a cock rammed up her cunt like the guy was trying to rape her. 

They loaded the luggage in the cabin of the boat. Ben started the motor, 
took the wheel, and headed them out into the gulf, heading toward the island 
visible ahead. 

"You used to like motor boating when we were youngsters," Ben said to Rose. 
"How'd you like to take the wheel?" 

"I've forgotten how," she said with a laugh, "but I'll try." 

As long as you haven't forgotten how to fuck, Ben thought good-naturedly. He 
moved aside so she could go in front of him and take the wheel. 

John, Alec, and Nina were up front watching the island grow larger. The 
twins were in back gazing at the disappearing shore. Ben saw his chance. He 
moved up behind Rose and pressed his hard cock against her ass, at the same 
time reaching under her arms to grab her breasts. 

She sighed and wiggled her ass back against him. "Mmmm, that feels good, 
Ben," she said. 

He grinned, squeezed her tits harder, and nibbled at her ear. "It's been a 
long time, baby." 

"Too long," she agreed. 

"We'll make up for it," he promised. "How about tonight? We'll fuck and suck 
and everything else-for old time's sake." 

"I'd like that," she told him. 

He felt like lifting her dress and shoving his cock right into her snatch 
then and there, but he resisted the impulse. Besides, he looked up front to 
see Dr. John Robinson gazing over his shoulder at them. There was no 
mistaking the fact that Ben had both his hands on Rose's breasts, but John 
merely smiled and turned his attention back to the island ahead. 

Ben chuckled. Well, at last the ice had been broken. The cards were on the 
table. A lot of guys would get sore if you were out to fuck their wife, but 
after all this was a different case entirely. Rose was his own sister, so 
who had a better right to fuck her than her own brother? Ben Hardy's balls 
ached in anticipation. 

He throttled down the motor on the boat as the island loomed before them. On 
the shore were two figures, seventeen-year-old Chris and his sister, 
sixteen-year-old Carol, both of them in bathing suits. The two figures 
walked onto the dock to wait the arrival of the launch. 

As they drew closer, Alec squinted his eyes to take in the slim girl's 
figure in the brief bikini. He thought how nice it would be to screw a girl 
with long blonde hair, to feel that hair moving all over his naked body. Her 
slim figure appealed to him, too, as a change of pace. Her boobies looked 
like just two handfuls, but that was plenty enough. As his gaze moved on 
down over her hips, across her suntanned belly, lingered at the spot where 
her snatch lay concealed by the wispy cloth, he felt a pang of desire hit 
him. He'd already had two orgasms that day and that, combined with the heat 
of the midday sun, made him pooped. However, with someone like Carol around, 
his batteries would soon be charged up again-of that he had no doubt. 

His father, Dr. John Robinson, was thinking similar thoughts, though not in 
as primitive terms. His sexual experience outside the immediate family was 
quite limited, and he was really looking forward to having sex with the 
young blonde teenager. Of course, being his niece, she was still in his 
family, which placated him somewhat. Yet she was also somewhat of a 
stranger, since he hadn't seen her since she was a very small girl. 

It would be interesting noting his own reactions with a new girl, and to 
observe her behavior when she was with him. He grinned to himself. Hell, he 
thought, who am I kidding? I'm dying to have fun touching those young, 
unfamiliar breasts, to feel her vaginal lips under my tongue, to have my 
stiff penis deep inside her lovely body. 

The Robinson women were not ignoring the tanned youthful body of Chris 
Hardy. Nina's gaze raked the muscles in his chest and arms and shoulders, 
but her eyes lingered on the short-haired blond youth's crotch, where his 
cock was outlined in bold relief against his tight jockey bathing suit. She 
started feeling warm and wet between her legs as her cunt quivered in 
anticipation of the wonderful things she and Chris would be doing together. 

"He's cute," Robin whispered to Polly. "I hope he likes us." 

"Of course he'll like us," Polly said. "We're part of his family." She grew 
thoughtful. "Besides, I'll bet he's never had two girls screwing him at the 
same time." 

"We don't always have to do things together, you know," Robin said with a 
pout. "Besides, the word is fucking, not screwing." 

"Daddy says either one is okay," Polly said defensively, "as long as we 
don't use the words in public. I wonder why people get so uptight when we 
say things like that?" 

Robin shrugged. "I guess they must have sexual hangups, like Daddy says. 
They don't express their love like we do and they get neurotic." 

Rose was sorry that her brother's hands left her to take the wheel and guide 
the boat into the dock. She enjoyed his touch after all these years, and the 
feel of his hands and the motion of his stiff prick against her ass really 
kindled many pleasant memories. 

Now she looked at her nephew standing on the dock, smiling and waving to 
them. She caught her breath as her eyes wandered over his youthful body. He 
was a handsome boy, with clear blue eyes, and his blond hair in a 
crewcut-that itself was unusual these days. She loved her husband very much, 
but she was looking forward to fucking both Ben and Chris-possibly even at 
the same time. She'd always enjoyed those sessions where John and Alec had 
been in bed with her simultaneously. Sometimes she'd be sucking off Alec, 
while John rammed his prick up her cunt from behind. Sometimes-Oh, the 
combinations were many, and she liked them all. 

When the boat docked, Chris hooked its rope to one of the poles mooring the 
dock. Then everybody kissed and hugged each other with a great deal of 
enthusiasm. 

Carol shook her long blonde hair and quietly appraised the two new males who 
were going to be an essential part of her life for a while. Her Uncle John 
looked very distinguished with his gray hair; she was sure he would be 
gentle in his screwing of her, not like her father, and that would be a 
welcome change. Her cousin Alec had let his hair grow long, and she thought 
he looked rather handsome with it that way. She also thought that he was 
looking at her body in a way that suggested he'd like to take her bikini off 
her right then and there, suck her breasts, feel her ass, and shove his 
prick up her pussy. That made her feel good. 

Chris himself was overwhelmed by the sudden influx of available females. 
He'd hardly believed it was going to happen-now here they were, in the 
flesh. His Aunt Rose really did have big breasts, and his cousin Nina was 
getting there too. The thought of those jugs moving nakedly over his bare 
chest brought shudders of anticipation to him, and he felt his dick move 
restlessly in his tight bathing suit. As for the twins, they seemed filled 
with youthful exuberance, and he was sure that Uncle John had taught them a 
lot of sexual things that maybe even the Hardys didn't know about. 

They picked up the luggage and laughing, talking excitedly, they made their 
way up to the big house to get acquainted. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Shit! Ben Hardy thought, my balls are aching just thinking about her. 

"Her" referred, of course, to his sister Rose, whom he hadn't seen for many 
years. If it were up to him, he'd take her right into the bedroom, strip off 
her clothes and ram his cock up her snatch. But he knew they'd expect a few 
other pleasantries first, like having a drink and tour of the island and 
then dinner. 

If I don't get into Rose's ass pretty soon, he complained to the fates, I'll 
go right out of my fucking mind! 

But he forced himself to smile and engage in small conversation out on the 
patio, while Carol scampered into the kitchen for drinks. 

"Nice little place you've got here," Dr. John Robinson said. 

"It's cozy," Ben agreed, "and cheap. We've got four bedrooms here and plenty 
of beds and cots. I guess some of us may have to double up, though." 

Rose smiled. "I'm sure we'll all manage just fine, Ben." 

He jumped as she put a reassuring hand on his leg. "Yeah," he said, wetting 
his suddenly dry lips, "I guess we will, all right." 

He tried to keep his gaze from her full breasts and her crossed legs, and 
failed. Oh, baby sister, he thought, I can't wait to see you naked again. 

Rose caught his lustful glances and felt a warm glow fill her body. She 
wondered what it would be like to have Ben's stiff prick up her cunt after 
all these years. The thought made her all the more anxious to find out. 

"It's still early," Ben said, "and we've got a couple of hours before 
dinner. How would you folks like to see the island?" 

"That would be very nice," John Robinson said. 

Ben said, "I-uh-I've got some things to do, so I hope you won't mind if I 
let Chris and Carol show you around. They know the place better than I do." 

Rose caught Ben's meaningful glance at her. To her husband, she said, "I'm 
tired from the trip. Why don't the rest of you go along? I'll see it 
tomorrow." 

John smiled. "All right. Lie down and get a good rest, dear. We'll see you 
later." 

To his son Chris, Ben winked and said, "Give them the grand tour, son. Be 
gone a couple of hours." He chuckled. "If you know what I mean." 

Chris nodded. He knew what his father meant, all right. He wanted to be 
alone with Aunt Rose, so he could hump her. It was all he'd talked about 
since the Robinsons had accepted his invitation to visit. Not that Chris 
blamed the man. Aunt Rose was a fully blossomed woman with a nice pair of 
jugs, who probably knew a lot of neat tricks with the hole between her legs. 

There wasn't much to see on the island, but Ben had faith that his son Chris 
could delay them long enough for him to do sweet things with and to Rose. 
Chris could take them on a slow walk completely around the island, stopping 
to show off some of the flowers and animals, the tiny caves worn out of the 
rock from the water lapping at it. 

Rose was standing up watching the families move out of sight beyond a clump 
of trees. The others were barely out of sight before Ben moved in behind her 
and roughly fondled her full ass with both hands. 

"Sister, I've missed you," he said. He transferred his hands to her tits, 
squeezing them, while he pressed his stiff cock up against her ass. He 
kissed her neck and cheeks wetly, and was pleased that she sighed and 
wiggled her ass against him. 

Rose felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her. She liked the feel of 
her brother's hands on her ass and breasts. They were crude and rough, 
unlike her husband John's, but it was a pleasant change. Ben was the kind of 
guy who enjoyed sex without any hangups, and she knew instinctively that he 
was going to give her a fucking unlike any she'd had in a long time. His 
stiff prick against her nudging ass gave ample testimony to that. 

"Let's go inside," Ben said hoarsely. 

Rose nodded. Hand in hand they crossed the patio, went inside and through 
the rambling hacienda to a big bedroom. Ben grabbed her, pulled her close to 
him, and mashed his mouth greedily on her lips. His hands roamed over her 
body, feeling her breasts through the thin dress, sliding down the small of 
her back and over the rounded soft flesh of her ass, rubbing, gripping her 
with both hands to pull her closer to his own hot cock. 

"Baby sister," Ben Hardy muttered, "you are going to get yourself fucked." 

She smiled and reached down between them to fondle his stiff prick through 
the cloth of his trousers. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. Her voice 
was calm, but she felt anything but. It had been a long time since she'd had 
a sexual animal like her brother Ben paw her, and she realized now how much 
she'd always liked his roughness. His overwhelming maleness had always made 
her feel more female. His light stubble of beard scratched her face, but she 
even liked that. Most of all, however, she liked the feel of his sweaty 
hands on her body and the feel of his prick pressing tightly against her 
crotch. 

Ben sighed. "Your hand on my cock feels great, Rose." He worked her dress up 
above her-hips with both hands. Then he reached between her legs and rubbed 
the crotch of her silken panties with the palm of his hand. He felt her 
warm, wet snatch through the thin material, and the wiry pubic hair 
surrounding it. 

Rose caught her breath as the contact of his hand came to her hot cunt. She 
eagerly unzipped his fly, reached into the opening and grabbed his stiff 
prick and eased it into sight. It was big and thick and hairy, just as she 
remembered it. 

Ben groaned his pleasure as her knowing hand rubbed his cock up and down. He 
snaked a finger under the elastic rim of her panties and through the tangled 
mass of damp hair until he reached her snatch. He rubbed his middle finger 
over the pulsating lips and up against the clit before inserting it deep 
inside the sticky warm wetness that seemed to grip his finger welcomingly. 

His fingers undid the buttons of her dress. His hands moved in quickly to 
grasp her naked breasts. As he'd suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. That 
was pleasant. She winced as his hands rough-housed her flesh. 

"Sorry," he said. 

"That's okay, I like it, Ben. It's like old times." He grinned happily and 
continued massaging her breasts until the nipples rose up stiffly against 
his palm. He bent his head and took one of the nipples in his mouth and 
chewed on it while his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and 
worked them down over her legs. 

"Here, let me help you," she offered. 

He released her and she stepped back and quickly removed her dress and her 
panties. She stood nude in front of him for a moment, turning this way and 
that like a model. 

"You like?" 

Wordless with passion, Ben could only nod dumbly. His eager gaze raked her 
full-fleshed body, lingering on her firm breasts, the still flat stomach, 
the wide hips that had cradled him so often in the past, the curved legs, 
and most of all her hair-covered snatch in full sight, waiting there for his 
pleasure. 

With a hoarse cry, Ben Hardy unbuckled his belt and yanked his trousers and 
shorts down around his legs. He stepped out of the puddle of clothing at his 
feet and kicked them aside. Through the front folds of his shirt, his cock 
stood out stiff and straight. 

Rose Hardy Robinson moved forward, licking her lips expectantly. "You want 
me to suck your prick, Ben?" 

"Yes," he said, "yes." 

He stretched out on the bed and pulled his shirt up. She got on the bed 
beside him, kissing him passionately on the lips for a moment while her hand 
rubbed his prick and his balls. Then she slid down alongside his body, 
kissing his stomach, tonguing his hairy flesh until she got to her throbbing 
target. 

Rose loved to suck pricks. Her husband said she was a natural-born 
cocksucker and she took that as a compliment. She truly enjoyed the feel of 
a throbbing mound of stiff male flesh filling her mouth, puffing out her 
cheeks. It made her excited to run her tongue all around a man's stiff sex 
organ and make him come in her mouth. 

She smiled as she got a close-up view of her brother Ben's erect prick. It 
was just as beautiful as she'd remembered it-thick, ruddy-looking, with 
veins bulging all along its pulsating length. She cradled his balls in the 
palm of one hand and took his prick in the other and rubbed it against her 
cheek, back and forth. 

Ben groaned his pleasure. His daughter Carol had a lot of youthful 
enthusiasm when it came to sucking cocks, but his sister's more mature 
approach was a pleasant change of pace designed to excite him with her 
deliberate methods. 

Rose opened her lips and ran the length of his prick over them. She stuck 
out her tongue and licked the tip of it, twirling her tongue around in 
concentric circles. Funny, the way different pricks taste differently, she 
thought. Ben's had a different flavor than either her husband's or her sons. 
She smiled as she wondered if Dr. John Robinson should write a learned paper 
on that subject. 

It pleased her to have Ben's body thrashing about on the bed. He gripped the 
bedclothes with clenched fists and rolled his head back and forth on the 
pillow and moaned while her tongue slid up and down the shaft of flesh. When 
she got to the balls, she planted a wet kiss directly on them-a maneuver 
that made Ben shudder from head to toe. 

Ben felt his cock lurch against her soft, warm, wet lips, and he couldn't 
take any more of the teasing. He reached down, took her brown hair in his 
hands and held it over his crotch while he shoved his cock directly into her 
mouth. 

Rose opened her mouth wide and let her brother's solid prick ram into her 
mouth, sliding past her lips and teeth, the top of it striking the roof of 
her mouth an instant before it slid back out to the tip, then was slammed 
back once more with authority. She closed her lips tightly about it, making 
him pull and push past her lips with an effort that increased his 
excitement. 

She enjoyed her brother's roughness for a change. He hadn't himself changed 
much. His motions, his reactions, were much the same as when they were both 
teenagers fucking up a storm. It was good to be home again. 

Oh, sweet sexy sister, Ben thought wildly, what I've been missing all these 
years. 

As she sucked his cock, Ben reached down to fondle her tits. When he did 
that, she got up on her knees without missing a stroke and twisted her ass 
around so he could reach it. She hadn't forgotten how he liked to play with 
her asshole and her snatch while she was sucking him off, he thought with a 
fond smile of remembrance. With her knees apart, he had a perfect view under 
the crack in her ass of her snatch that was hot and damp, with the wiry 
black pubic hair matted with sweat. Without hesitating, he reached out to 
fondle her ass for a moment before sliding his hands down the curve and 
between her legs, where he inserted a finger into her moist snatch and 
worked it feverishly in and out. 

"Mmmmmm," Rose murmured with approval. With her brother's prick filling her 
mouth, she could say little else. 

It was obvious he got the message. To make it even clearer, she thrust her 
ass back against his thrusting finger so the tip of it would touch her clit 
on the instroke. 

"Come on, Rose," he muttered hoarsely, after a moment, "let's fuck!" 

His words excited her. Her husband and her son would never have phrased it 
that way. They were too much of gentlemen with her for that. But brother Ben 
was a direct, caveman type. Needless to say, she was willing. She took her 
mouth from his sticky prick and lay on the bed beside him. He wasted no 
time. He rolled over on top of her, spread her legs with his hands, and 
rammed his prick between her legs. It was a direct hit. The tip of his prick 
struck the wet folds of her cunt, slid past them, and sank all the way in. 

She moaned, delirious with passion, and crushed him to her with her arms and 
legs. Like a stallion, he slammed between her thighs, and she almost 
screamed each time his loins hit her. She thought he was going to rip her 
apart with his roughness. But she loved every throbbing inch of his 
battering-ram prick and wouldn't have it any other way. "That's it, Ben," 
she shouted, "fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt with your big, gorgeous prick!" 

Her words spurred him to increased frenzy. His hands mauled her breasts as 
he hammered his penis deep into her. Her fingers raked his back as she 
clamped her legs tightly around him and began a bumping, grinding motion 
with her hips and buttocks against his thrusting male body. She loved his 
brutal tactics with her. Ben was like an animal intent only upon the sexual 
pleasure he could give and receive-and Rose loved it. She loved his hairy 
body on top of her, sweating profusely. She loved the weight of him as he 
crushed the breath from her with each thrust of his prick deep into her 
cunt. She loved to have him fuck her with his no-nonsense approach. 

Ben slobbered her face with kisses. He mauled her breasts with his big 
hands, squeezing and massaging the warm flesh. He was feeling sexual 
sensations he would never forget. His daughter Carol was okay, and so were 
the girls he sometimes visited on the mainland-but nothing compared to Rose. 
Okay, maybe a lot of it was sentimental, but he wasn't shoving his cock into 
her snatch out of nostalgia. She had a great body, with nice tits, and an 
ass made for pinching. Besides, she loved him with more love than any sister 
ordinarily had for a brother. Their sexual upbringing had taken care of 
that. 

Several times he almost came. Generally he would have, but now he wanted to 
make it last a little longer. He slowed his rhythm a little, moving his cock 
in and out of her snatch at a deliberate pace. He ran his lean fingers 
through her brown hair and kissed her hotly on the lips, running his tongue 
over and into her mouth. He fervently squeezed her breasts and rolled the 
stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 

Rose sensed his efforts at self-control. It was so unlike him. She was sure 
he liked to go for broke, fast and steady, until he came. But now he was 
holding back, not so much for her sake, but because he wanted to stay inside 
her cunt for a while longer, as though he was afraid she wouldn't come to 
him again. 

As for her, she never had any trouble achieving an orgasm and now was no 
exception. Her brother's stiff cock slid into her cunt, brushing her 
upstanding clitoris, then slid back out, brushing the clit once more, making 
it throb with excitement. It wasn't long before she felt herself being 
carried over the peak. She felt hot and sweaty all over, but especially so 
between her legs. The blood pounded hotly through her veins and she felt as 
though her body were aflame with passion. 

"I-I'm coming," she breathed in his ear. 

She shrieked then as it hit her. She clamped her legs tightly about his 
plunging back, held him close with her hands. Her mouth covered his lips and 
the tongue inserted itself into his mouth with thrusts to match that of his 
prick in her cunt. Her cunt walls gripped him with a fervor that could not 
be denied. 

He grunted and knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Her snatch was 
gripping him so tightly he almost winced at the pleasure-pain shooting 
through his stiff, throbbing cock. Ben increased his strokes, holding Rose's 
waist with both hands while he plunged his cock in and out of her. He felt 
it coming from someplace way down deep inside of him, building up the 
pressure as it went along, rushing in a great wave toward his swollen cock. 
His body straightened out and he began trembling. He groaned, and his cock 
raised and spurted hot sticky semen all over the inside of his sister's 
snatch. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her and lay there for a 
moment, sweating, breathing heavily. 

She kissed him warmly on the mouth and said, "That was wonderful, Ben. Just 
like old times." 

"You're the greatest, little sister," he told her. "I always have a good 
time with you. You haven't changed a bit. If anything, you've gotten 
better." 

Rose smiled and stretched lazily. This was going to be the best vacation any 
of them ever had. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

As Chris and Carol Hardy gave the Robinson family a walking tour of the 
island, Polly whispered to her twin sister, "Mom didn't look tired. I wonder 
why she wanted to stay behind at the house." 

"Don't be a ninny," thirteen-year-old Robin said. "She and Uncle Ben wanted 
to be alone together." 

"Oh, to talk over old times, I suppose." 

Robin grinned. 'To fuck over old times, you mean. I'll bet he's got his 
peter in her pussy right now." 

"Gee, do you really think so?" 

Robin nodded. "I wish we could sneak back and watch them." 

There was little chance of that. They were well on their way. Chris kept up 
a running monolog about the features of the island, but it was obvious part 
of his mind was on other things-Nina Robinson's breasts, for two of them. He 
couldn't seem to take his eyes from the jiggling mounds as they walked 
along. Nina was well pleased with the attention, but it was obvious Carol 
Hardy wasn't. 

She dropped back beside Dr. John Robinson. "Uncle John, could I talk to you 
for a moment?" 

"Sure. Go ahead." 

She glanced around. "I meant alone." 

"Of course. But you know the island better than I do. Tell me where." 

She took his arm. "Over here," she said, leading the way to the shoreline 
where a tiny outcropping of rock jutted. "I know a special place." 

"Hey, where are you two going?" Chris called. 

"I'm going to show Uncle John a cave over here," Carol called back. "You go 
on ahead. We'll catch up." 

"Oh, goody," the twins chorused. "A cave." 

"Go along with the others," their father said. "You can see all the caves 
you want later. Your cousin and I want to be alone." 

When the twins smirked, John realized what they were thinking. Not that 
having intercourse with Carol was a bad idea-he'd entertained the idea all 
along. Now, seeing her in the skimpy bikini, he was not surprised to renew 
the thoughts. It even occurred to him now that perhaps that was why Carol 
wanted to see him alone-to seduce him in the cave overlooking the water. 

She led him down to the shore, where waves gently lapped at rocks. "Be 
careful," she warned, 'some of these rocks are slippery." 

He nodded and followed her as she crouched and bent to keep her balance on 
the wet rocks. When she bent, her brief bathing suit stretched tight over 
her buttocks, outlining them and the crack running the length of the gently 
curved flesh. Watching her youthful body twist agilely in front of him, John 
began to look forward with increasing eagerness to the impending sexual 
encounter. 

To their right rose the jutting mount of rock, in the front of which he 
could now see the entrance to a small cave. A few more steps brought them to 
it, and they went inside. It faced the Gulf and it was about the size of a 
small bedroom, a hollowed-out portion of the cliff worn away by erosion. 

"Very cozy," John said, looking around. 

She nodded. "Sometimes Chris and I come here to-" She paused and blushed. 

"To have intercourse," John said. It was a statement, not a question. 

"Or just to sit and talk," she said. 

"Is that what you want to do now-sit and talk?" 

"Of course," she said, giving him a puzzled look. "What-" Understanding 
dawned on her pretty face, and she blushed again. "You thought-" 

It was his turn to nod. "I was hoping that was the reason, Carol. You're a 
very beautiful young girl." 

It was a sincere compliment, but the girl frowned. "With a flat chest," she 
said bitterly. 

John laughed. "I'd hardly call you flat-chested." 

"Did you see the way my brother Chris was looking at your daughter's 
breasts? They come out to here. I know what was on his mind. He'll never 
like mine again because they're so small." 

"Of course he will," her uncle assured her. "People are built differently. 
I've had men on my psychiatrist's couch worried about the size of their 
penis-until I convinced them it's not so much what you've got as what you do 
with what you've got. It's funny because some of these men have bigger ones 
than me." 

A curve of smile appeared on Carol's face at that. "I'll bet you have a very 
nice one." 

"And I'll bet you have very nice breasts," he said. "May I see them?" 

She hesitated only slightly, not out of embarrassment at disrobing, but out 
of showing off her slight chest. Then she unsnapped the bikini halter, 
shrugged it off, and stood naked to the waist for his inspection. 

Dr. John Robinson felt a familiar ache in his loins at the sight of this 
lovely slim girl standing before him clad only in the briefest of bikini 
bottoms, exposing her youthful charms. 

"Lovely," he breathed. "You're lovely, Carol." 

He moved in close to her and palmed her breasts. She sighed and shivered. 
Her nipples rose swiftly against his hands. 

"There are many men," he said, "who think that more than two handfuls is 
wasted anyway. You have enough here to satisfy any man." 

It was true, which made it all the easier to say. Carol didn't have the 
breasts of a Rose or a Nina Robinson, but she didn't need them. His wife and 
daughter were built differently, heavier, and he explained this to his 
sixteen-year-old blonde niece. 

"You're not just telling this to me to make me feel good?" she asked him. 

"Definitely not. Your body turns me on, Carol. Can you imagine what I'd like 
to do to you right now?" 

She laughed. "I don't need much imagination," she said, as her eyes moved 
over the front of his pants. 

He took her hand and placed it over the erection pushing out his trousers. 
"Now you need even less imagination," he said. 

Her hand lingered on the bulge in his pants. She caught her breath and 
gently squeezed and massaged the bundle. 

"Mmmmm, your hand feels nice," he said sincerely. 

He bent his head, pressed his lips over her nipples, and sucked, moving from 
one to the other until they were up stiff. At the same time, he placed his 
hands over her rounded buttocks and palmed the flesh avidly. 

She shuddered. "Oh, Uncle John, I wish we could screw right now. I'd love to 
feel your prick up my pussy," she admitted. "Then let's." 

"But the others-" 

"We told them to go on ahead. Don't worry, they won't come back. Besides, 
I'd rather have a tour of your lovely young body any day." 

Carol smiled because she knew her uncle truly meant what he said. She could 
tell that her body and the closeness of her affected him because of the way 
his prick was throbbing under her hand and the eager way he'd palmed and was 
kissing her breasts and nipples. She shivered as tremors of pleasure shot 
through her. She'd been nervous at first talking to him because he was 
practically a stranger, despite the fact that he was her uncle. But he'd 
quickly dispelled her nervousness with his calmness, his sureness in the way 
he talked to her, the way he touched and kissed her. 

"There's an old air mattress back here," she said, taking his hand and 
leading him to the rear of the cave, where the walls sloped. "My brother 
Chris and I lay there sometimes." 

He followed her, feeling very excited being with this sixteen-year-old 
blonde whose body was, for the moment, unfamiliar to him. He stood over her 
as she lay on her back on the air mattress and wiggled out of her bikini 
bottoms. His eyes riveted to the area of her crotch, where wispy strands of 
light, downy pubic hair gathered, pointing the way to her vaginal lips which 
seemed to pucker invitingly to him. 

Carol felt a warm thrill pervade her as she saw the look on her uncle's 
face. It was obvious he wanted to screw her. She could tell not only by his 
face but by the prick forcing out the cloth in front of his trousers. 

"You look good enough to eat," he told her. 

She smiled at that. "Well, what are we waiting for?" 

He grinned and quickly shucked off his clothing. Naked, he lay on the 
mattress with her, pulled her close and mashed his lips against hers, 
sticking his tongue into her mouth with short, rapid thrusting movements. 
His palm slid over her heaving belly and came to rest upon her warm crotch, 
which he rubbed for a moment. She moaned and thrust her own tongue into his 
mouth and lifted her hips to present her pubic area to him. With his free 
hand he rubbed her breasts and rolled the nipple between his fingers knowing 
the value of foreplay, he slid his middle finger up along her vaginal lips 
until he encountered her clitoris, which he massaged so expertly he soon had 
the young girl moaning almost deliriously. 

"Don't be bashful, Carol," he murmured against her mouth. "Play with my 
penis. Go on." 

Carol was dismayed she'd been so overcome with excitement at the unfamiliar 
but knowing hands on her body that she'd been neglecting her duties. Her 
hands quickly shot between them. With the palm of one hand she took his 
tightening balls and gently squeezed them. With her other hand she stroked 
his stiff prick pressing in against her. "You feel good enough to eat, too, 
Uncle John," she said. 

He laughed. "It's a wonderful day for a picnic. Let's have lunch." 

He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her throat. He slid down along her 
writhing body, kissing her shoulders, the slopes of her breasts, tonguing 
and mouthing the nipples with enthusiasm before moving down along her hot, 
undulating belly, where he twirled his tongue for a moment before twisting 
about on the mattress so he could continue his journey downward. 

Uncle John's new position brought his prick and balls right under her nose, 
literally. She wondered with amusement if different men's pricks tasted 
differently, if maybe they came in different flavors like ice cream cones. 
Certainly she could tell her brother Chris' from her father's, even in total 
darkness. There was something not only of the texture and oiliness of the 
skin, but the odors as well. 

She moved her head in close between his legs and smelled her Uncle John's 
genitals. The musky odor filled her nostrils and made her all the more 
excited. She felt an additional surge of excitement when he blew his hot 
breath on her pussy. It inspired her to reach out, resting her cheek on his 
thigh, and touch and fondle his prick and balls with her hands and rub it 
against her cheek. His moan of pleasure told her how much he liked that. 

He lifted his head from her for a moment and said, "Rub the end of my penis 
on your nipples." 

His request surprised her. She'd never done anything like that before, but 
she was eager to give it a try. She twisted her body slightly to get into 
position, then she took his prick firmly in her fingers and guided it so the 
very tip of it grazed her erect nipples. Her breasts ached deliciously as 
contact came. She teased first one nipple and then another, leaving a sticky 
residue on the very tip of each. For so simple an act, it seemed an 
incredibly sexy thing to do, and she found herself getting built up very 
swiftly. 

She nearly screamed her delight as her uncle's lips came into direct contact 
with her pussy, as he alternately blew and sucked the opening, as his 
educated tongue worked its expert way across her throbbing clit and deep 
inside her with slow, deliberate, and intensely exciting rhythms. 

She moaned, "Oh, Uncle John, don't stop. Suck my pussy for me. I love it." 

Eagerly she bent her own head to his crotch and, holding his stiff throbbing 
penis in one hand, stuck out her tongue and swirled the tip of it all around 
the head of his prick, collecting tiny dew droplets of seminal moisture 
which had gathered there. She'd had lots of practice sucking the pricks of 
her father and her brother, and she wanted this new wonderful male relative 
of hers to know how much she appreciated him. 

From his reactions, it was obvious she was succeeding. As she teased him 
with her tongue, his body thrashed beside her, and his own mouth and tongue 
laved her hot pussy furiously, moving beyond her vaginal lips and over the 
clitoris and all over the insides of her crotch. 

Carol tried to keep calm, but it was clearly not possible. She opened her 
mouth wide and swallowed the entire shaft of his throbbing, swollen prick, 
clamping her lips tightly about it as she worked her head up and down over 
it. 

She lacks finesse, John thought, but she certainly makes up for it in 
enthusiasm! 

He held the girl's squirming sweating legs as he centered his head over her 
crotch and kissed the area between her legs, extending his tongue to lick 
the perimeter of her genitals and all over the insides of her thighs. Her 
steaming passion was evident from the musky odor of her vagina in heat as 
she squirmed passionately under him. He planted wet, deliberate kisses 
directly on her vulva, pressed his lips tightly to the opening of her vagina 
and alternately blew and sucked until she was moaning and nearly out of her 
mind with sensual delirium. He expertly inserted his tongue between the 
folds of her vaginal lips and drew it upward until the tip of it touched her 
quivering clitoris, which he laved with whirling strokes so that it grew 
more and more swollen with passion. 

Carol was the first new woman he'd had in many years, and her young 
love-filled body was affecting John strongly. He felt his penis rise 
throbbing into her hot, eager mouth while her head bobbed up and down over 
his lap. His penis was up as hard and stiff as ever as he plunged it with 
swift, sure strokes into her eager mouth, withdrew it almost completely, 
until he could feel her teeth at the ridge surrounding the tip, then forced 
it past her tight lips once more. The hot-damp, musky smell of her vagina 
filled his nostrils, exciting him all the more. 

The feel of her Uncle John's mouth on her pussy and the taste of his 
throbbing prick full in her mouth made Carol thrill to the contact. She 
enjoyed sixty-nining, but she also longed to feel this new, wonderful column 
of male flesh between her legs, imbedded deep in her pussy. She took his 
prick from her mouth and pressed it fervently against her cheek. She gasped, 
"Uncle John, screw me. I want you on top of me. Please." 

Dr. John Robinson didn't answer-not with words, anyway. He pressed his palm 
against her hot crotch, with the middle finger working rhythmically over her 
clitoris, even as he twisted around on the air mattress to get into 
position. She spread her legs wide in welcome, and he went between them, 
lowering himself so his penis tip would touch the area where his finger was. 

Eagerly, his niece reached between them, seized his stiff, throbbing prick 
and rubbed the end of it against her wet pussy. Entry was simple by this 
time. She eased it in, moaned, and clamped her legs tightly about his back 
as he let his passion-swollen prick glide into her all the way. She clutched 
his back and began rocking back and forth and murmuring softly, "Oh, that's 
it, screw me, screw me, screw me." 

John smiled. Once the young blonde got turned on, she kept being turned on. 
Of course, he had to admit that, despite his attempt at outward calm, he was 
as sexually stimulated as he ever was. The sixteen-year-old's vagina was 
quite tight, and it gripped him firmly as he thrust his erect penis in and 
out between her legs. At the same time, he managed to twist his head from 
one side to the other, kissing her slim breasts, sucking the nipples, one 
after the other, licking the stiff brownish flesh which she tried to thrust 
into his mouth. 

Carol had been close to orgasm for some time. Now she didn't try to hold 
back. She abandoned herself completely to the hot juices coursing through 
her twisting female body. Each time her uncle's prick pushed the hood of her 
clit one way or the other it brought her a degree closer to the peak of her 
passion. "I-I'm coming!" she gasped, clutching him with her arms and her 
legs and her entire body. 

John realized this without her telling him. All the signs pointed to it-the 
beating of her heart, the ways she breathed with difficulty, the sheen of 
perspiration that made her body glisten. He was very close himself. He could 
feel it welling deep within him, building up, getting ready to burst through 
his throbbing sex organ into her lovely female body. Suddenly, she released 
him, moaned long and low. She rubbed her breasts against his chest and 
kicked the air behind him with her legs until she was through. 

He followed closely, gripping her buttocks with both hands, fingers digging 
into her slim flesh, while his mouth sucked greedily at her nipples. He 
plunged fast and rhythmically into her, not stopping even when he had 
expended his last spurting burst of seminal fluid against her vagina walls. 
Then he slowed his pace and transferred his lips to her mouth, where he 
worked his tongue gently past her lips while he murmured, "You've not only 
got a lovely body, Carol, but you know how to use it. I've never had a 
better time." 

She smiled and returned his tongue-kiss. "You're pretty wonderful yourself, 
Uncle John," she told him sincerely. "I'm going to like having you stay here 
with us for a while." 

"The feeling is mutual," he told her, meaning it. 

After a while, he withdrew from her. They got to their feet and dressed. 
"The others will be wondering what happened to us," she said. 

"I don't think they'll wonder. They'll know. And my son Alec will be envious 
that his old man got to you first." 

Alec, Carol Hardy thought. Despite his long hair, he didn't look like a 
sissy. If he was half as good as his father, he'd be all right. Then, of 
course, there was always Uncle John to turn back to. 

As they made their way out of the cave, the sixteen-year-old slim blonde 
smiled warmly. It looked like it was going to be a long, hot, sexy summer. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Nina Robinson grinned at Chris Hardy and glanced back up the beach where her 
father and Carol had disappeared. "Your sister's a fast worker," she said. 
"We're here less than an hour and already she's lured my daddy into a cave 
with her." 

Chris blushed. "Your father's a charming man of the world. Maybe he had 
something to do with it, too." 

"Maybe," Nina admitted. "Daddy does have a lot of know-how." She glanced 
teasingly at her own brother. "I notice Carol had the good sense to pick the 
older, more mature Robinson." 

Alec nervously brushed his long brown hair over his forehead and controlled 
his temper. "It may not be what you think at all. Dad's a doctor. Maybe 
Carol wanted some medical advice." 

Nina laughed. "You know as well as I do what they're doing in there." 

"I'll bet they're fucking," thirteen-year-old Polly put in. 

"Yeah," her twin sister Robin said, "Daddy's probably got his peter up her 
pussy this very minute." 

"And don't you wish it was you, Mr. Long-hair," Nina teased her brother. 
"Maybe she didn't pick you because she thought you were a girl." 

Alec bristled angrily. "Now, listen-" 

Chris interrupted with a laugh. "Hey, you two, let's not start out the first 
day squabbling. I'm sure, thin though my sister is, she's not going to get 
all worn out with your father." 

Alec grunted. "All the screwing in the world won't wear out Nina. She's got 
boobies big enough to milk." 

Nina stuck her tongue out playfully at him and thrust her chest out proudly. 

"I can think of better things to do with them," Chris Hardy said, staring, 
"than milk them." 

Nina linked her arm in her cousin's. "Why don't we leave these uncouth 
people," she suggested, "and discuss the matter? " 

"Yeah, sure, go on," Alec said. "Don't worry. Robin and Polly and I will be 
just fine." 

"They're just your speed, darling," Nina told him, and stuck out her tongue 
again. 

She gripped Chris Hardy's arm all the tighter and steered him away. "Let's 
go someplace where we can be alone." 

"You're pretty hard on your brother," he said. 

She giggled. "I'm just teasing and he realizes it. Sometimes I do it just so 
he'll attack me-sexually, I mean. That's when he's hard on me. Speaking of 
hard-" She glanced down at his crotch, where his cock was outlined against 
the tightened cloth of his tiny bathing suit. 

He blushed. "You're a pretty fast worker yourself, Nina." 

She nodded, admitting it readily. "Why waste time when we could be fucking 
instead of talking? To tell you the truth, Chris, from the first I saw you 
today, I've wanted to see you naked. I've wanted to touch your bare cock and 
feel it against my body. Don't tell me you haven't felt it for me. I saw the 
way you were looking at my breasts, my ass, and my legs." 

He grinned. "I guess it was pretty obvious. I haven't met many girls, and my 
sister Carol is the only one I've ever humped. She's great, but-" 

"I know. Variety," Nina said. "Well, you'll have plenty of that with the 
Robinson family here. But I want to fuck you first-and as soon as possible. 
Is there someplace we can go?" 

With his head he indicated the area that lay ahead of them. "There's a 
secluded area of beach I know about. Carol and I have lots of meeting 
places. We don't mind Dad watching, but sometimes we just want to be alone. 
So we go to the cave where she took your father, and down on the sand where 
we're heading. It's very nice. You'll like it." 

"I'm sure I will," Nina said, and it wasn't the beach scenery she was 
talking about, but her cousin's young cock which she'd soon be stroking and 
sucking and easing up her cunt. 

Chris could hardly believe it. He'd stared at Nina's picture many times, 
fantasying he was with her, feeling up her breasts, the cheeks of her 
rounded ass, inserting his dick up the hole between her legs. There were 
times he'd had an orgasm just thinking about her and playing with himself. 
At times, he dreamt about her and wet the sheets. Occasionally, he even 
tried to imagine he was with her when he was really humping his sister 
Carol-which wasn't too easy, because his sister was built much slimmer than 
his cousin. Now he didn't have to use his imagination. Nina was there with 
him, talking about how much she wanted him to put his dick up her hole. The 
idea made him hurry. 

They climbed up a slight rise of sparsely tufted grass imbedded in the tan 
sand. On the other side was a drop of a few feet to a small area right 
beside the shore. Chris dropped down, then raised his hands to help Nina. 
"This little patch of sand is underwater at night," he said. "But right now, 
it's just big enough-and no one can see us." 

He gripped Nina's waist and she eased herself over the edge of the 
embankment, managing to let her luscious young body slide all the way down 
along her cousin's male form. For a moment she stood there, pressing up 
close to him, with her arms snaked around his neck. Then she kissed him 
warmly, passionately on the mouth, inserting her tongue past his lips and 
teeth to lick the insides of his mouth. He returned the kiss and let his 
hands glide around her ass where he could press the palms of his hands 
against the rounded flesh and pull her into contact with him so closely that 
she could feel his dock starting to rise and move against her body. 

"Your hands feel good on me, cousin Chris," she told him huskily. She 
reached between them and massaged his cock through the thin bathing suit. 

He groaned and said, "Likewise." 

She kissed him again, and inched her fingers under the elastic rim of his 
trunks. Her palm worked down along his belly and gripped his cock nakedly 
with her hand. As it filled her palm, impulsively she tugged at it. 

"Hey," he said, "don't break it off." 

"I won't break it off," she said mischievously, "but I might suck it off." 

"I dare you," he said. 

She smiled and licked her lips. It was a dare she wasn't about to refuse. 
She sank to her knees on the sand in front of him, hooked her fingers in the 
waistband of his swim trunks, and eased the bathing suit down over his hips. 
Once it got free of his hips and the cock was standing up in front, the suit 
slid right down to the ground and Nina found herself facing his stiff cock 
inches from her eager mouth. 

The sight of a cock she'd never seen before brought a gasp of delight from 
Nina's lips. She played with it with her fingers and rubbed her hands all 
over his balls. It was similar to her father's and her brother's, of course, 
but she noted little differences. The texture of the skin, for one thing, 
and the coloring for another. She rolled his stiff cock between her hands, 
feeling it throb and give a little lurch of excitement against her palms. 

"Oh, that feels good, Nina," Chris moaned. "Please kiss it for me." 

Needless to say, she was willing. After all, she was a kissing cousin, 
wasn't she? Also a sucking cousin. And a fucking cousin, for that matter. 

She continued to fondle his stiff cock, running her hands all up and down 
the pulsing shaft of flesh as though it were a new toy, all the while 
bending her head closer to it, breathing her hot breath over the tip of it, 
wetting her lips sensuously with her tiny pink tongue. 

Chris stared down at the kneeling girl, hardly breathing, watching her wet 
her lips as she drew closer to his dick. He'd dreamed of Nina doing this to 
him, and now his dreams had become reality. He was more excited than he'd 
been in a long time. He held his breath as her lips came so close to the tip 
of his dick he could feel the warm breath of his skin. Her lips pursed and 
he tensed as they met his throbbing flesh in a soft, warm, moist kiss that 
made him gasp and reach down for her brown hair to steady himself. An 
instant later, her tongue extended to lick the top of his dick and circle 
the rim with quick, tantalizing movements. 

His sister Carol was very good at sucking dicks, but he'd never been so 
thrilled as when his cousin Nina was doing it to him. Perhaps it was merely 
the strangeness of a new mouth teasing him. Whatever it was, he knew he was 
in for a wonderful time. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. His 
heart pounded a rapid beat in his chest as he seized Nina's upswept hair in 
both hands and unerringly guided his dick into her mouth. 

Nina was pleased her cousin was so anxious. She opened her mouth wide and 
took the rounded tip of his cock between her lips. Her lips closed tightly 
about it. She began pulling and sucking at it furiously. 

"Mmmm, that's it, Nina," he murmured encouragement. "Oh, that feels good. 
Suck it, suck it good." 

He shuddered as tremors of pleasure shook his body. Holding her head with 
both hands he held it tight and forced his stiff, throbbing dick past her 
lips until it was plunging deep into her hot, wet mouth. 

Nina took the full thrusts of his lurching cock hungrily, keeping her lips 
tight about the shaft as it worked in and out of her mouth, twirling her 
tongue about the tip of it and the sides with a fast and furious pace. The 
musky smell of his cock and balls filled her nostrils and the taste of his 
pubic hair flavored her tongue. She gripped his balls and squeezed gently 
with one hand. The other hand held the lower part of his cock determinedly, 
to keep it from extending beyond her mouth. Each time the knob of his cock 
slide out of her teeth, her tongue massaged the end of it, then she sucked 
at it until he thrust it once more into the welcoming cavity. 

Her body was hot and sweaty and she felt a warm wet sensation grow between 
her legs, centering at her cunt. She enjoyed being a cocksucker and her 
talents were appreciated by her father and her brother. From the way Chris 
was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth in an erratic fashion, she knew 
delightedly that she could add her cousin to the list. She just wished she 
could feel his hands on her breasts and thighs, his male body sliding over 
her nakedness, probing her juicy cunt with his throbbing cock. 

At the thought, a deep ache filled her. She took his cock from her mouth and 
rubbed it against her lips. She murmured, "Chris, let's fuck." 

Out of breath, he nodded and helped her to her feet, then he kissed her 
passionately on the lips. 

"You want to undress me?" she asked him. 

"Yes," he muttered hoarsely. 

His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, easing them from their 
holes. He massaged the outside of her bra for a moment before reaching into 
her blouse and behind her to unsnap the bra. He took off both blouse and bra 
in one quick movement-and gulped appreciatively as her full breasts bob-bled 
into view. 

Naked to the waist now, she smiled and said, "You like my breasts, Chris?" 

He nodded. "I love them. They're beautiful." 

"Touch them," she instructed. "Kiss them." 

The unfamiliar sight of large breasts had held the boy transfixed with 
wonder. Her words stirred him to action. He covered them with both hands and 
massaged, feeling the nipples stand up stiffly against his palms. Then he 
bent his head and took one of them between his lips and sucked greedily on 
it while fingering the other. An instant later he reversed positions. 

"You have lovely breasts," he murmured into her flesh. "Lovely." 

Nina smiled, pleased. She knew that her figure was much fuller all around 
than Carol's, but this seemed especially true with her breasts, which though 
large for her age were firm and stood out even when she wasn't wearing a 
bra. It was obvious that she excited her cousin very much. While he kissed, 
sucked, and licked her nipples, she reached between them and fondled his 
cock and balls with both hands. 

"My skirt," she told him. "Take off my skirt." 

He'd been so enamored of her breasts, Chris realized suddenly, he'd 
temporarily forgotten there were other parts of her yet unexplored which 
were just as interesting, if not more so. He unzipped her skirt, hooked his 
fingers in the waistband and also in her skimpy panties, which he anxiously 
drew down over her hips and thighs. When her clothing fell in a puddle at 
the girl's feet, she stepped out of them. Chris took a step back to drink in 
her nudity, and his pulse pounded crazily as his excitement mounted. 

Voluptuous, he decided, was the word for cousin Nina. His sister Carol with 
her slim figure was sensuous. He could hardly control his emotions as his 
gaze raked her full breasts, her wide hips, her curved legs. "Lie on the 
sand," he said. 

She started to lie down, but the sand was hot. "Ooooh," she squealed and 
rose, brushing grains of sand from her ass. 

"I forgot about that," Chris apologized. "Here, this'll take care of that." 
He took her skirt and blouse and spread them out on the sand. 

Nina thought, II I get some sand in my cunt, it'll be painful. She said, 
"I've got a better idea. You lie down. I want to be on top." By that time, 
Chris was so worked up he didn't care how they did it as long as they did 
it. He quickly spread out Nina's skirt on the sand and lay on his back. 

Eagerly, Nina moved into position over him, standing for a moment so he 
could look up between her legs at her cunt, delighting in the look of 
expectation that came to his face as he gazed at her. She then went to her 
knees, straddling him, took hold of his stiff cock with one hand and opened 
the damp lips of her cunt with the other. Slowly, she lowered her body, 
letting his cock sink full into her. 

Chris gasped with renewed pleasure as his dick disappeared into the warm, 
moist, hair-covered hole between his cousin's legs. Her vaginal muscles 
gripped him with such intensity he winced with the delight that coursed 
through his straining male body as he shoved his dick upward to get deeper 
into her. He'd been sexually stimulated all day long by thoughts of the 
girl, and now he was so excited he could hardly control himself. He raised 
his hips from the ground, pumping his penis into her, at the same time 
reaching up to fondle her bouncing breasts. 

Nina moaned her delight as his stiff cock throbbed past her clit and into 
her pussy. She loved to have her breasts played with as he was doing to her; 
she was proud of her breasts and she liked others to enjoy the sight and the 
feel of them, too. The nipples of her breasts were like hard spikes pressing 
against his hands and fingers, while her flesh ached with desire. 

She lifted herself up, letting his swollen cock withdraw to the rim, then 
sank back down over him, swallowing his sex organ with her cunt. She did 
this rhythmically, all the while gazing down at his passion-contorted face 
gasping and staring up at her. Her torso churned, her breasts bounced. Her 
skin was covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration, but it was from 
the sexual exertion, the fucking, not from the heat of the lowering sun. Her 
clit was standing up and throbbing in swollen excitement, making her wince 
with pleasure each time his cock rubbed against it. 

"That's it, Nina," he moaned. "Go, go, go." 

Chris timed his own thrusts with her sexual rhythms, not neglecting his 
massage of her breasts. He loved her breasts. He wanted sometime to spend an 
entire night pillowing his head on her breasts, sucking and kissing them. He 
wanted to rub his dick on them and between them. He wanted to shoot his wad 
all over their soft smooth surfaces. He could tell from her increasing 
erratic behavior that orgasm was very close. It was for him, too. His dick 
was swollen inside her, throbbing and ready to let go at any time. He had to 
control himself the way he did with Carol. As he thought of Carol, a pang of 
jealousy shot through him, and he wondered if she were enjoying her sex with 
Uncle John back at the cave. He put the thoughts from his mind as a sharp 
cry came from Nina's open mouth. 

Suddenly she leaned forward and raked her hard nipples across his chest 
while her mouth touched his lips and her frantic tongue searched his mouth. 
Then she shuddered and cried out again, more loudly this time. She 
straightened her body and threw her head back, eyes closed to the sun. She 
went wild. Her hips corkscrewed her loins into his lap. She pumped her cunt 
faster and faster onto his stiff cock. 

Chris knew it was time, which was just as well because any further holding 
back on his part was impossible. She shrieked and began trembling from head 
to toe. As though that were a signal for his own body to respond, it did. 
Orgasm came flooding through him, and he rammed his dick deep up into the 
hole between her legs and held it there while it expanded and from the tip 
of it spurted spasm after spasm of hot juice that drained him dry. 

Exhausted, he fell back on the sand, eyes closed against the sun, letting 
the sounds and the smells and the sensations of the world drift back to 
him-the fine mist of the gulf waves lapping the shore, the gurgling bubble 
of froth sighing into the sand, the feel of the hot sun on his body and the 
hard sand at his back. 

For a moment longer, even after she'd had her orgasm, Nina Robinson 
continued moving her body up and down, more gently now, reluctant to let go 
of the wonderful cock that had given her such a good time. Finally, it 
slipped out of her cunt completely. She rested on Chris' legs and smiled 
down at him. 

"That was great, cousin," she told him. She wasn't sure it was as good as 
her father, but then Chris was younger and less experienced. In any event, 
she had enjoyed it to the hilt, no mistaking that. 

"Thanks, cousin," he replied, returning her grin, "you're wonderful." 

He reached up and played with her breasts for a moment. Even while he did 
so, he couldn't help but wonder what his Aunt Rose's breasts looked like 
naked. If Ben Hardy, his father, ever got tired of humping the woman, Chris 
knew he'd like to take a try at it. "We'd better get back to the others," he 
said suddenly. 

Nina nodded and rose from him. As they dressed, she thought about the only 
male in the group she hadn't fucked-Uncle Ben. He looked like a rough one, 
all right, the kind of man who took what he wanted when he wanted it. Right 
now he was probably fucking her mother for all both of them were worth, and 
her mother would probably have bruises all over her body from the 
experience. Nina shivered as she thought of the man's naked body, his cock 
standing out stiff and throbbing, coming after her, throwing her onto the 
ground and brutally shoving his cock up her helpless but happy cunt. 

Seeing her shiver, Chris asked, "Cold?" 

She shook her head. "Not cold at all," she said. Quite the opposite, she 
thought. Hot for cock, cousin Chris. My juicy cunt is steaming and ready for 
you and your father, anytime. 

From the way things were rapidly shaping up, Nina was sure she wouldn't have 
long to wait. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The twins looked at each other and at their brother Alec as they stood alone 
by a clump of tropical trees by the edge of the stretch of white sandy 
beach. 

"A fine tour," Robin said, disgusted, "everybody else is busy fucking 
everybody else." 

"Yeah," Polly agreed, "now what are we going to do?" 

"Well, don't look at me," Alec said quickly. "I'm bushed." 

"That's right," Polly recalled, "he screwed Nina in the airplane toilet on 
the way down here. Then he came between your legs in the station wagon." 

"I suppose," Polly sighed a woman of the world sigh, "that we'll all have to 
wait for his refractory period to be over." 

"His what?" her thirteen-year-old twin asked. 

Robin smiled. It was a word she'd learned from her father. "It means," she 
explained in the tone a teacher might use with a backward child, "the time 
it takes after a guy comes for him to get his peter up hard again." 

"Will you two brats stop discussing my peter-my pecker, I mean," Alec said, 
annoyed. 

"What's eating him?" Polly wanted to know. 

Robin giggled. "Nothing. But he wishes his cousin Carol was eating him 
instead of Daddy." 

"Oh, shut up." Alec said. 

The trouble was, it was the truth. He didn't begrudge his father screwing 
the sixteen-year-old girl, but he was anxious to try shoving his pecker up 
her snatch himself. Of course, he was pretty pooped from the journey and 
having two orgasms. He decided it was better that he make love to the slim 
blonde later when he'd recuperated more fully. 

"I don't know about you two," Alec said, "but I'm going to take a nap." 

He chose a shaded spot under a palm tree where the grass was thick and 
stretched out. The twins took off their shoes and waded around in the cool 
water for a while, but this bored them. 

Robin stared wistfully at her brother Alec and said, "I bet he could get it 
up if he wanted to." 

"I guess he's too tired," Polly put in. "Look, he's asleep already. I'll bet 
nothing could wake him up." 

"Nothing?" Robin smiled mischievously. "I wonder-" 

It was Polly's turn to grin. "Are you thinking what I think you're 
thinking?" 

"It would be something to pass the time while we're waiting for the others 
to catch up." 

"I'm game." 

Stealthily, the two young girls sneaked up on their sleeping brother and sat 
beside his reclining figure. Robin reached out and tentatively touched the 
bulge in front of his pants. He stirred, smiled in his sleep. 

"He thinks he's dreaming," Polly said. "His dream is going to get better," 
Robin promised. 

She took hold of the zipper of Alec's fly and eased it down all the way. 
Then she unbuckled and un-snapped his belt and trousers. 

"You're not going to take off his pants, are you?" 

Polly asked, wide-eyed. 

"Of course not, silly," Robin said, "but we have to have room to work, don't 
we?" 

She spread open the flaps of his trousers. Under the tight jockey shorts, 
the outline of his peter was readily visible. Robin placed the palm of one 
hand over it and gently massaged. 

Alec muttered, "Ooooh, baby," and his smile got wider. 

Polly giggled, but a sharp look from her sister silenced her. 

Robin reached into the folds of the jockey shorts and grasped the tip of 
Alec's peter, which she pulled slowly into sight. The touch of the male 
flesh made her feel warm and wet between her legs, as it always did. Even 
Polly stared fascinated as ever at it and licked her lips. 

"Let me touch it, Robin," Polly begged. 

"In a moment," Robin said. 

Robin rolled the long pink peter between the palms of her hands, then bent 
her head and licked the end of it with the tip of her tongue. Alec groaned 
and stirred restlessly. 

"How come you have all the fun?" Polly pouted. 

"Oh, all right," Robin said, annoyed, "you play with it for a while." 

She released the peter and sat on her haunches to watch. Eagerly, Polly 
rubbed her slim fingers over the length of the limp sex organ. 

"It is, it is getting stiff!" Polly said excitedly. 

"See, what did I tell you?" 

There was something about the sight of stiff peters that turned Robin on. 
Once again the warm wet feeling flowed between her legs, and she couldn't 
resist putting her fingers under her panties and into her pussy. 

Polly, meanwhile, knelt beside her brother, fingering his peter, while her 
head lowered over his crotch. When she pressed her lips against the flesh, 
Alec moaned and moved so restlessly she was afraid he was going to wake up. 
When he didn't, she pressed her lips against the side of his peter once more 
and kissed it from its tip down to where it stuck out amid sprouting pubic 
hair from his jockey shorts. Then she stuck her tongue and dragged it up 
from the base to the top. Alec had not been able to clean off his genitals 
since he came between Robin's legs in the car, and the smell of the dried-on 
semen clinging to his peter filled Polly's nostrils and made her feel all 
the sexier. Her own free hand crept between her legs to massage her pussy 
right through the thin panties she wore. 

"I can't stand it," Robin said, her face flushed, her voice hoarse. "I've 
got to sit on him." 

"You can't," Polly protested. "His peter isn't stiff enough." 

Robin felt it with her fingers and discovered to her dismay that Polly was 
right. The peter bent flexibly in her hand. 

"Maybe," she said, "if I can get it up me, it'll get stiffer. Daddy's does 
that sometime." 

"He'll wake up," Polly said. 

"We'll have to take the chance." 

"Why do you have to go first?" 

"Because I'm the one who thought of it," Robin said self-righteously. "Now 
let's stop arguing. Move over." 

Polly reluctantly moved over. Her sister rose, quickly took off her panties 
and crouched over Alec's crotch. She lowered herself until her pussy was 
just barely touching the boy's peter; then she gently moved her body to and 
fro, letting her moist pussy graze his sex organ temptingly. 

Alec moaned again but didn't open his eyes. 

"Come on," Robin said impatiently to the peter, "get hard." 

Polly shook her head. "He's getting very excited, but his peter isn't hard 
enough yet." 

Furiously now, Robin ground her pussy into her brother's crotch. Alec gasped 
and opened his eyes but was unable to focus them right away. 

Polly, whose eyes were riveted to Alec's genitals, said, "He isn't hard, but 
I think he's coming anyway." 

Robin looked down. Her sister was right. Fluid was dribbling from the 
opening of her brother's half-stiff penis, flowing over his jockey shorts. 

"Hey," Alec said, sitting up and pushing Robin away, "what's going on here?" 

"We were just playing," Polly said with a giggle. 

Alec groaned as he saw the mess on his shorts. "Now look what you've done." 
He took a tissue paper from his pocket and dabbed it over the sticky white 
liquid. He said angrily, "I ought to-" 

"You'd better not try anything," Robin warned, "or we'll tell Nina you 
couldn't get a hard on." 

Alec opened his mouth to protest, then snapped it shut. The reason he 
couldn't get a hard pecker was because he'd already come twice within the 
space of a few hours and he was very tired. Besides, he'd been sleeping. If 
he'd been awake- 

But there was no point in arguing the point with himself or anyone. His 
sister Nina teased him enough about his long hair. She seized upon any 
possibility to irritate him, and he didn't want to give her any. 

"All right, all right," he grumbled. He went down to the water to clean up 
some more. 

"Wow, you sure handled him," Polly said with admiration in her voice. 

"It just takes know-how," Robin said modestly. She tried to appear grown-up 
and woman of the worldish, but she felt terrible. The ache in her pussy had 
spread throughout her entire young female body. She said, "I don't know 
about you, but I've gotta get fucked." 

"Yeah," Polly breathed. "My pussy hurts from getting all worked up." She 
added thoughtfully, "We could masturbate." 

"We could, but that's for kids. We're thirteen years old now." 

"Maybe Daddy would screw us." 

"I'd like to try Uncle Ben," Robin said. 

"Yeah, me, too," Polly agreed. "Too bad he's busy screwing Mommy. But maybe 
tonight." 

Robin nodded. "Maybe tonight," she agreed dismally. 

A few minutes later, John Robinson appeared, holding hands with the slim 
blonde girl in the bikini, Carol Hardy. Both were breathless, their faces 
flushed but very content. 

"What happened to Chris?" Carol wanted to know. 

"He and Nina went someplace by themselves," Polly said. 

"Oh." The young blonde girl's face darkened. She thought, I hope he doesn't 
get to like big breasts. Then she thought of what her Uncle John had told 
her when they were screwing around, and she felt reassured. 

"Here they come now," Robin said, pointing. 

From around a clump of trees came Nina Robinson and Chris Hardy. Nina had a 
radiant glow on her cheeks, while Chris looked a bit sheepish. 

"Hi," he said, "I was just showing Nina a private part of the beach." 

Polly giggled. "A private part of his crotch, he means," she muttered, and 
Robin poked her to be quiet. 

But Robin knew very well that this was true. Her eyes darted to the front of 
her cousin's bathing suit where his peter lay in bold outline, and she felt 
a familiar ache in her pussy as she thought of Chris's naked sex organ. 

"Well," Dr. John Robinson said brightly, 'suppose we continue our tour of 
the island and get back to the hacienda for some lunch? I'm famished." 

The seven walked around the island some more, with Chris and Carol showing 
off their knowledge by pointing out various tropical plants and birds by 
name. A short time later, they arrived back at the house, where Ben Hardy 
and Rose Hardy Robinson were sitting on the patio sipping drinks. 

John kissed his wife warmly in greeting, and she said, "How was the grand 
tour?" 

"Very stimulating," he told her with a wink. "How'd you make out?" 

"Just like old times," she said, smiling. 

That evening they cooked steaks on a hibachi on the beach and Carol proved 
how good she was at making salads, too. The night was warm and comfortable. 

"You folks stay here for a moonlight swim if you want to," Ben Hardy said. 
"I've got some chores to attend to back at the hacienda." 

"Anything I can help you with?" John offered. 

"Not this trip," Ben told him. 

He trotted off across the clearing toward the house. 

Robin squirmed restlessly. "What do you suppose Uncle Ben is doing back at 
the house?" 

Polly shrugged. "How should I know? Certainly not screwing anybody. We're 
all here." 

"Unless," Robin said with a catch in her breath, "he sneaks in a girl-or 
maybe even does it with a dog or a goat." 

"Screw somebody not in the family?" Polly said in a shocked tone. "Why, 
that's promis-promis-" 

"Promiscuous," Robin supplied. She hesitated, then made up her mind. "I'm 
going to see what he's doing." 

"But you can't-" 

"Sure I can," Robin said, proving it by starting off into the darkness. 

"Hey, wait for me," Polly called softly, and darted at her heels. 

In a few minutes they were standing before the quiet, darkened hacienda, 
listening for sounds but unable to hear any. Motioning for silence, Robin 
led the way across the patio and into the living room. No one. 

Polly touched her sister's arm and pointed down a corridor, where a lamp in 
one of the rooms cast a block of light into the hallway floor. Robin nodded 
and tiptoed down the corridor until she reached the door. Both twins 
cautiously peered around the edge of the opening to stare into the lit room. 
It was a bedroom with a big double bed whose head was up against one wall. 
The sole occupant of the bed was Uncle Ben Hardy. 

He was fully clothed, but his fly was unzipped and his peter was up stiff 
and in full view of them. Polly could not stifle her gasp at the sight of 
the big hairy peter swollen with passion. At the sound, the man opened his 
eyes and smiled at them. "Come on in, girls," he said. "I've been waiting 
for you." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Shoving his cock up his sister's gorgeous snatch after all these years had 
been to Ben Hardy like a dream (a wet one, of course) come true. He had 
enjoyed every fucking minute of it, including the fore-play when they'd 
fooled around, he'd sucked at her tits, while she'd gone down on him-and the 
whole wonderful bit afterwards. 

It had been like old times, only better, but it hadn't blinded him to the 
fact that there was other young snatch in the crowd, waiting and wanting to 
be fucked by their Uncle Ben. Nina, for example, with the tender 
seventeen-year-old tits and body that wouldn't stop. Not to mention the 
thirteen-year-old twins, Robin and Polly-not much tits there, but the real 
young stuff always turned him on. The fact that these two were related to 
him made the idea even more appealing to him. 

Sister Rose had taken a lot out of him, but he was fully recuperated and 
ready to go. Nina had looked like she'd had it-and the way she was holding 
hands with his son Chris left little doubt as to whose cock she'd had rammed 
up inside her. Nina was a fast worker, all right, and he was looking forward 
to fucking her. 

Meanwhile, he was sure he noted hungry looks on the faces of the twins. The 
way they looked at his crotch gave him the notion they'd like to eat him up. 
He chuckled inwardly at the thought, because that's just what he had in 
mind-among other delicious things. There was something about young 
innocent-looking bodies swarming over his carcass that made him get a stiff 
cock just thinking about it. 

So he thought about it, and when they were all at the beach for the 
cook-out, he'd decided to come back alone to the hacienda and see who'd 
follow him. It was no surprise to find out it was Robin and Polly. "Come on 
in, girls," he repeated the welcome. "Come in and visit with your Uncle 
Ben." 

As he patted the bed beside him, Robin and Polly entered the room somewhat 
sheepishly. They sat on either side of him, and he encircled their slim 
waists with his arms, sliding his hand down to caress their pubescent 
rounded asses. He was pleased to see that neither of the girls was able to 
keep her eyes from his stiff cock standing up nakedly from his open fly. 

He smiled and took the stiff cock in one hand. He said, "I got it this way 
just thinking about you girls." 

"You did?" Robin breathed, impressed. 

"That's right. I thought of how nice it would be if we three got together 
and did things. Here." 

He took Robin's hand and guided it to his cock. She said, "Oooh," and pulled 
her hand away for an instant as though it were a red-hot poker. 

Uncle Ben laughed and guided her hand back again. "Don't be afraid, it won't 
bite you, honey," he assured her. 

Robin nodded, ashamed that she'd acted so childish. It was just that his 
peter seemed so unfamiliar to her. It seemed thicker than any she'd yet 
seen, more deeply veined, and with lots more pubic hair sprouting around its 
base. She held the peter in her palm and then enclosed it and worked her 
fingers up and down over it, pleased at Uncle Ben's answering gasp of 
pleasure at her actions. 

"That's it, honey," he sighed, "make me happy." He reached under her skirt 
from behind and fondled her soft, rounded ass, poking his finger in her 
crotch to feel her young snatch through the thin cloth. 

"Hey, what about me?" Polly pouted. 

Uncle Ben laughed heartily. "I couldn't very well forget my other favorite 
niece, now could I?" he chortled. With his free hand he pulled her down to 
him, held her across his chest while his lips mashed her mouth and his 
tongue slipped easily past her lips in quick darting movements. At the same 
time, his hand worked under her skirt and between her legs to her pantied 
crotch. 

Mmmmmm, baby, he thought. Here I got me two young snatches to feel up at the 
same time! He said, "Come on, let's all get undressed so we can have 
ourselves some real fun." 

Robin had been in the mood for some time, and Uncle Ben's familiar hand on 
her pussy, coupled with her own fondling of his thick, throbbing peter, 
increased her desire all the more. Though the quieter of the two, Polly had 
physical feelings much the same. The girl thrilled to the touch of her Uncle 
Ben's lips on her mouth, to the feel of his hand between her legs. They both 
squirmed out of their clothes without leaving the bed and then eagerly 
helped the older man out of his clothing. 

With a smile, Ben reached for the four tender young breasts dangling under 
his nose. He touched them, squeezed them, massaged them, kissed them, then 
sucked the young nipples. His hands roamed over the inviting crotches, into 
the downy snatches between their legs, over the smoothly curved legs and up 
around the rounded asses that were his to do anything with that he wished. 

Wherever he looked, there were stimulating close-up views of 
thirteen-year-old female anatomies, ready, willing, and able to give him 
delights he dreamed of but seldom had. His palms itched, his mouth watered, 
his cock throbbed in anticipation, and his balls ached from wanting them. 

As Robin's eager tongue began exploring his balls and worked up along the 
shaft of his distended cock, Ben reached out and rubbed Polly's tender young 
breasts and drew her closer to him so he could take one of her stiffening 
nipples between his lips to suck hungrily on it. At the same time, one of 
his hands moved down along her rounded belly and between her legs to delve 
into the soft pubescent lips of her snatch. He had to smile as from the 
corner of his eyes he noticed Robin wanted to get into the act by twisting 
her body around on the bed, not missing a lick or a kiss, and presenting her 
naked white ass to him. 

Uncle Ben was not one to play favorites if there was no need for it. The 
young ass hovering in front of his face looked too good, anyway, to pass up. 
Her legs were slightly parted, giving him a lovely view right up between 
them and into the moist, lightly bushed area surrounding her hot and eager 
snatch. He kept his one hand working over the area between Polly's legs, 
which she kept closed and pressing up tight against his fingers, while he 
used the free hand to caress the soft roundnesses of Robin's wiggling flesh, 
squeezing each soft half moon and gliding his fingers down along the crack 
in the very center and below to the spot where his finger could delve 
unin-hibitedly through the wetly matted hair and into the delightful female 
opening at her crotch. 

I wonder. Uncle Ben thought, if my little niece has ever had her asshole 
tickled. 

With his middle finger still working in and out of Robin's snatch, he 
pressed his thumb into the crack of her ass, forcing the flesh aside, then 
forced his thumb quickly into the puckered opening of her asshole. 

"Ooooh!" the young girl said, and lifted her head in surprise. 

Uncle Ben took his lips momentarily from Polly's stiff nipple and said, "I 
hope I didn't hurt you, honey." 

"No," Robin assured him with a shake of her head, "you just surprised me, 
that's all." She lowered her head once more to his swollen peter and kissed 
it at the point where his balls began. She wiggled her behind against his 
hand, exulting in the feel of his fingers simultaneously up her pussy and 
her asshole, working slowly but steadily in and out of each opening with a 
rhythm that made her gasp. It felt-strange. That was the only way she could 
describe it. Their father had told them about ass-fucking and fingering and 
licking, but neither he nor Alec had ever done it to them, preferring to 
concentrate on the other erogenous zones. Anyway, with Uncle Ben doing it to 
her, it was strangely exciting, and she decided she liked it. 

Polly could see what Uncle Ben was doing with his hands to her sister, but 
she wasn't sure she wanted to go that route. She was much too content with 
having the man's unfamiliar lips sucking her nipples, with having his rough 
hand and finger jerking in and out of her pussy with such intensity she was 
sure she was going to come fast this time. 

When Uncle Ben said to her, "How about you sucking my cock for me, too, 
honey?" Robin nodded, disappointed though she was to have the man's mouth 
and finger away from her. Even so, as she bent over him, she managed to 
wiggle her own bottom up close to the man's face to give him a hint of what 
she wanted. Obviously he took the hint, for an instant later, his hand was 
busy again on her flesh and she was groaning as his finger and thumb took 
the same grip on her as his other hand took on her sister. 

Ben smiled at the eagerness of the two young girls. His brother-in-law John 
had trained these girls well, as well as he himself had trained his daughter 
Carol from a very young age to suck his cock, to play with it, and so forth. 
His smile broadened as two pairs of tongues and lips engulfed his stiff, 
throbbing flesh, licking his balls, running hotly over the sides of his 
cock. He could feel their young breasts massaging his stomach and his legs, 
feel the hard nipples graze his flesh and make it tingle. He could feel 
himself coming, but he held back, wanting it to last. 

One of the girls, Robin, was busy nibbling at the tip of his cock, and 
suddenly, she opened her mouth wide and took as much of it inside as she 
could, while the tip of her tongue whirled around the tip and the sides of 
it. This left little room for the other twin, but Polly was not one to let 
her sister get the best of her (or of Uncle Ben, for that matter) without a 
fight. She twisted around on the bed and eased herself up under his legs, 
resting them on her shoulders while she attacked his balls with her lips and 
tongue. 

Ben shuddered pleasantly from head to toe and somehow managed to keep from 
coming. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have minded. But he wanted to fuck both 
these girls, and he didn't know when the others in the party would return to 
the hacienda; he might not have time to recuperate enough to take both twins 
on again. The spirit was always willing, but sometimes he realized he was 
human and couldn't torture his flesh beyond endurance. 

Robin's ass was still in front of him, and he continued working his thumb 
into her asshole while his middle finger plunged into her snatch. On 
impulse, he took hold of her hips and drew her back slightly, nudged his 
nose into the folds of her ass and held it apart with his fingers so he 
could see the puckered opening of her asshole. He lifted his head up and 
stuck his tongue around the opening, laving it with quick strokes before 
pressing his face up close and shoving the tongue inside. 

If her mouth hadn't been so filled with Uncle Ben's thick peter, Robin would 
have screamed with delight. First the finger, now his tongue into her 
behind. Secretly, she was glad it was she receiving this treatment instead 
of her sister, then felt ashamed that Polly wasn't in on it. Meanwhile, she 
wiggled her behind at his face, encouraging the man to continue, which he 
did. She also drew her young breasts slowly back and forth across his 
stomach, for this was something that her father and her brother enjoyed, and 
she was sure her uncle would, too. All the while, her mouth continued 
sucking, her tongue continued licking, and her hands busily gripped the 
bottom part of his peter, holding it tightly, working her fingers up and 
down to keep him excited. 

There was no question that Ben Hardy was excited. His breath came in gasps 
and he could feel his heart pound like mad inside his body. He gritted his 
teeth and held on. Finally, unable to take it any more, he said, "Come on, 
let's fuck!" 

"Me first," Polly squealed. 

"No, me," Robin said. 

"I'll fuck one of you," Uncle Ben decided, "and eat the other." He pointed 
to Polly. "You straddle me." He guided her into position where she could sit 
on his lap, with her juicy snatch poised on his stiff cock. "Now put it 
inside you, honey," he directed. 

Polly, glad to be the chosen one, nodded eagerly, gripped his peter and 
rubbed the end of it against the opening of her pussy. When the tip of it 
was in, she lowered herself on it, catching her breath as it slid all the 
way into her body. 

Ben wet his lips and watched, wincing pleasure as his cock disappeared up 
the wet, downy opening of her snatch. Man, she's tight! he thought, 
delighted. The girl smiled as she sensed his pleasure; she began raising and 
lowering her body over him. 

"Now you," Ben said hoarsely. "Straddle my chest. That's it. Come closer, 
bring your lovely young snatch right into my face." 

Straddling him, Robin moved forward, her legs spread wide, her pussy pointed 
right for his mouth. She didn't really mind that her sister was the one 
going to be fucked. She liked having a guy's mouth and tongue on her pussy; 
it was a very sexy way of doing it. She moved her hot pussy into contact 
with his face, squealing a little as his mouth eagerly pressed against the 
opening and his tongue came out and licked upward through the folds of 
tender flesh to touch her clit. 

Ben Hardy was as excited as he'd ever been. He thought: Shit! This is better 
than any of those fucking young whores on the mainland who sucked and fucked 
anybody who had a few dollars. These thirteen-year-old snatches were his own 
flesh and blood, whose only other experience was with their father and 
brother. 

Ben Hardy inhaled deeply the musky odor of Robin's snatch. He loved the 
smell of hot young snatch, and he loved to taste it too. He smelled it and 
tasted it now, fast and furiously. Meanwhile, Polly's young body rose and 
fell in his lap, and he rammed his stiff, throbbing cock in and out of her 
body to meet her thrusts against him. She was very tight, and that's what he 
liked most about it, the way her snatch gripped his shaft all around, 
squeezing it on the upstroke and the downstroke, wringing every bit of 
sensation out of his maleness. 

His hands were gripping Robin's churning ass, but he left the flesh of her 
behind and reached up to her chest where he could hold and fondle her 
fledgling breasts and roll her stiff nipples between his thumb and 
forefinger. 

It was impossible for him to hold back any longer and he didn't try. His 
tongue wagged frantically in Robin's crotch while he lifted his hip to ram 
his cock deeper into Polly's snatch. He was surprised to hear Robin gasping 
and jerking her body spasmodically. Obviously, the touch of his hands and 
tongue had finally gotten to her, and she was coming herself, muttering, 
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" 

Ben grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, raising the straining Polly 
with him. His cock grew large in her snatch, and spurted spasms of semen in 
short bursts deep inside her. Then he collapsed in a sweat and rolled Robin 
from his chest so he'd have room to breathe. 

Polly was still frantically bouncing up and down over his cock, tears 
running down her face. She was crying, "Not yet, Uncle Ben, don't come yet. 
Keep screwing me. I haven't come yet. I haven't come yet!" 

Ben Hardy's first impulse was to tell the girl that maybe they'd get 
together later, or to go find his son Chris, or maybe even her father or 
brother. He was pooped and well-satisfied. Then he thought how nice it would 
be later on during the coming days and nights if little Polly were grateful 
to him. 

To Robin, he said, "Get dressed and go back to the beach. Delay them from 
coming back here for another ten minutes." 

"But-" 

"Don't argue, just go," he said, and playfully swatted her on the ass. 

Robin yelped and rubbed her behind which stung from the slap. But she got 
dressed and, with a wistful look back at the two in the room, left to trot 
back to the beach party. 

"At last we're alone, honey," Uncle Ben said to the young girl, drawing her 
close to him and kissing her tear-stained cheek. 

"You-you wanted to be alone with me, Uncle Ben?" she said, a trace of smile 
working on her lips. 

"Of course, honey. You're the one I chose to fuck, didn't I?" 

The smile blossomed, and she said, "That's right. I wish I'd come with you, 
Uncle Ben." 

"Me, too, honey." He groaned, wanting to call her by her real name. Trouble 
was, he couldn't tell the twins apart. He suspected this one was Polly 
because she seemed the quieter one, but he didn't want to make a mistake, so 
he had to settle for "honey." He said, "Now just lay back on the bed and 
relax. Uncle Ben will make you feel good." 

She did as she was told. For a few seconds, he looked at her slim body from 
head to toe. It was a very nice female body for a thirteen-year-old. One day 
she, like her sister, was going to be a beauty. Meanwhile, she was a living 
doll in her own right, with the charm and the innocence of youth-and she was 
available to him for the summer. 

He bent over her and kissed her warmly, passionately, on the mouth, 
inserting his tongue past her lips in quick darting movements. His hands 
roamed over her slight breasts, down over her rounded belly, and between her 
legs, rubbing her thighs a moment before settling into her crotch. She 
trembled as his palm covered her snatch. 

"Does it feel good, honey?" he asked her. 

She nodded, unable to speak. She'd already been worked up sexually and it 
wouldn't take much to put her over the top. 

He continued rubbing her snatch with his hand while his lips moved down over 
her neck and shoulders and up the incline of her breasts to transfer to her 
nipples. He took them one by one into his mouth and sucked them until they 
were hard and aching with swollenness. Meanwhile, his finger delved into the 
hot, hairy, moist opening between her legs, working up along the folds of 
flesh to the point where he could rub her clit with swift, sure strokes that 
brought gasps of increasing delight from the young teenager's throat. 

She began moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" again in time with the thrusts of his 
finger against her clit. Her body pressed downward against his hand, and she 
corkscrewed her hips in a way that gave her even more pleasure. Before long, 
she shuddered from head to toe and let out a long moan as orgasm struck her 
full force and flowed through her entire body and found release between her 
legs where his finger worked so diligently. 

Even after she'd stopped shuddering, he moved his finger gently in and out 
of her for a moment. Then he quickly bent his head and kissed her full on 
the snatch. Polly smiled and hugged him close to her. 

"Oh, Uncle Ben, that was wonderful," she enthused. 

"For me, too, honey," he said with a grin. 

The funny thing about it was that it was true. He was too sexually sated to 
actually get a sensual thrill from what he'd done, but it pleased his 
masculinity that he'd been able even so to satisfy a young girl without 
using his limp, tired cock. The nicest thing about his sexual generosity, of 
course, was that it would pay off handsomely in dividends later on. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

There were four big bedrooms in the hacienda, with a big double bed in each. 
John and Rose Robinson shared one of these beds. Alec Robinson and his 
cousin Chris shared another. Nina Robinson and Carol Hardy doubled up. Ben 
Hardy had a bed of his own. A large foldaway bed had been placed in their 
parents' room to accommodate the twins, Robin and Polly. 

Of course, everyone was fully aware that this arrangement was merely 
temporary. They fully expected that during the night secret games of musical 
beds would be played by one and all as the whims struck. It was only due to 
the strenuous journey to the Mexican island, and the even more strenuous 
(though more enjoyable) sexual activities which had taken place, that 
everyone slept soundly that first night of the Robinson-Hardy family 
reunion. 

In the morning, Dr. John Robinson awakened to find his penis rising stiffly 
out of the fly of his pajamas and his wife Rose looked amusedly at him. 
Playfully, she tugged at it for a moment. "Well," she said, "what have we 
here?" 

"It's a penis," he explained to her with a straight face. 

"And an excited one, too," she marveled. "I'll bet you were thinking lustful 
thoughts about your skinny niece Carol." 

"She's not skinny," he defended. "Besides, I was thinking about you." 

"I'll bet you were," she said teasingly, and bent her head over his crotch 
to gently bite his prick. 

They were just kidding, but John knew he'd been dreaming of the slim-figured 
Carol, age sixteen, with blonde hair and the face of a hungry, sensuous 
animal. At the thought of her young, agile body squirming over him, pressing 
her taut nipples on his chest, sliding down and touching, probing with her 
slim fingers, then taking his throbbing penis between her smooth lips, his 
flesh stood up in a sudden lurch. 

Rose laughed, planted a juicy kiss on his prick, then vaulted from the bed. 
In the skimpy baby doll nightie, she looked great. Her full breasts poked 
out the diaphanous material of the abbreviated gown, and the black triangle 
of pubic hair was clearly visible as she stretched. 

"Hey, come back," he said. 

"Sorry, mister," she said, "you'll have to take a number for faster service. 
The next dance is saved for a relative." 

As she pulled on a bathrobe and whirled from the room, John thought; Yeah, 
for seventeen-year-old Chris, whom she hasn't had yet-and maybe brother Ben 
after that for an encore. It was too bad Carol didn't have a sister, but 
then she was a woman enough to satisfy him every time, of that he was 
certain. Idly, he toyed with his stiff penis as he thought of the girl. 

On the rollaway bed nearby, both twins had their eyes slitted, watching 
their father's stiff peter rolling about in his hands. They licked their 
lips and secretly placed their fingers into their own pussies to masturbate. 

Finally, Robin couldn't stand it any longer. She said, "You want me to suck 
you off, Daddy?" 

Her voice startled him. He smiled. "I thought you were asleep," he said. 
"Yes, Robin, I'd like very much for you to suck me off." 

"Oh, boy, thanks," Robin said, leaping from the bed. 

"Hey, how about me?" Polly wanted to know. Her father laughed. "There's 
always room for one more." 

The young girls quickly shucked off their pajamas and swarmed nakedly over 
him, each grabbing for his peter and trying to stuff it in her mouth. 

"Hey, I asked first!" Robin said heatedly. 

"Girls, girls," John Robinson said, "don't fight. There's enough for 
everybody-but maybe not at the same time. Tell you what, we'll make a 
contest out of it." He picked up his wristwatch from the night-stand and 
placed it on his wrist. "Each of you sucks my penis for a full minute and 
tries to make me have an orgasm. You take turns, and the one into whose 
mouth I come is the winner." 

"Me first, Daddy," Polly said eagerly. 

"No," her father said, "Robin is the one who got the idea, so she'll start." 

Smiling smugly, Robin got into position, gripping ,hc bottom of his penis 
with her hands, licking her lips in pleasant anticipation of the contest. 

John stared at his watch, smiling. A little wholesome sibling rivalry never 
did any harm. He counted off the seconds, then said, "Now!" 

Robin happily bent to her task. She loved her father very much and wanted to 
please him. In addition to that, however, she genuinely enjoyed sex-"a 
natural born cocksucker," her father had once called her, and she knew it 
was a compliment. She also determined to keep that title by making him come 
in her mouth this time. 

She opened her mouth wide and let his peter slide deep into her mouth. She 
closed her lips about it, gripped the shaft and his balls tightly in her 
hand and worked her head up and down as furiously as she was able to do, all 
the while twirling her hot little tongue all over the insides of her mouth, 
letting it rub against the peter and move in over the top in steady swishing 
strokes designed to make him excited. The man's groan told her she was 
succeeding in working him up. He wasn't the only one. She found sucking 
peters very sexy herself, and a familiar warm, wet sensation began between 
her legs. 

"Time," her father called. "Come on, dear, it's Polly's turn." 

Reluctantly, Robin moved away and watched her twin sister take over the 
task. It'll be a heck of a thing, she thought, if I get Daddy all worked up 
and he comes in Polly's mouth because of that. 

Polly felt the same way, which is why she also worked her mouth and tongue 
avidly over her father's stiff throbbing peter growing bigger in her mouth. 
She took it out of her mouth for an instant and nibbled along the sides, 
working up one side and down the other like an ear of corn. 

"Time!" her father called. 

Damn! she thought, annoyed, but released him to Robin. 

Their father was having a hard time trying to decide which of the two girls 
he should let finish him off. Robin always seemed to get her way, so it 
might be fairer if he came in Polly's mouth. Yet failure might be harder to 
take for Robin. He also knew that if he waited long enough, his timing would 
be awry and the matter would be taken out of his hands-and he would simply 
come with whatever girl happened to be sucking his penis at that time. 
Perhaps, he thought, nature should really be the one to decide. "Time," he 
called, and Robin pulled her mouth from his throbbing penis and gave way to 
Polly. 

Polly attacked him with her teeth again, nibbling all over his peter and 
nipping strongly at the knob at the tip all over to the ridge. When it was 
Robin's turn, she tried sucking on his testicles and opening her mouth so 
wide he thought she was trying to swallow the hairy sacs. Polly chomped on 
his penis, moving it from one puffed-out cheek to the other with her tongue. 

John had the urge to reach down and fondle his daughters' breasts or between 
her legs, but he resisted the impulse. To be fair, the contest should be 
conducted only with the girls' mouths on his genitals. He managed to resist 
the impulse, but he was unable to keep his mind clear and calm any longer. 
He found himself gasping for breath and moving his hips automatically upward 
to thrust his stiff penis into the hot mouth working over it. 

Robin leaned over her father's crotch and stuck out her tongue to lick up a 
bit of sticky semen that had collected on the tip of his peter. She pressed 
her lips firmly against the top and kissed the hot flesh passionately. She 
took the knob into her mouth and enclosed her teeth under the ridge and 
pulled up vigorously. He's coming! she thought wildly. Daddy's coming! 

John could feel the beginning spasms that told of the onset of orgasm. He 
sighed and began to spurt the hot liquid into Robin's mouth. "Time!" he 
gasped. 

Robin found herself being shoved aside by her twin sister. Polly spread her 
lips wide and took her , father's jerking peter full in her mouth and sucked 
on it, exulting in the feel of its throbbing length spasming against her 
tongue. She kept sucking even after the last drop of his come had splashed 
against the roof of her mouth and coursed down her throat. 

"Anyway, I won," Robin declared. "He started to come first in my mouth." 

Polly looked up frowning, her lips wet and sticky. "But he came all the way 
in mine. I'm the winner." 

John Robinson laughed. "You girls are just too good. We'll have to call it a 
tie. You both win." He pulled them both to him and kissed each one warmly on 
the lips. "I love you both equally well anyway, and don't forget that." 

"We love you too, Daddy," they chorused. 

From the corridor where she'd been watching, Rose Hardy Robinson smiled. It 
was a very touching scene in the bedroom. John was not only a good husband, 
but a wonderful father as well, and she loved him very much. 

She gathered her bathrobe around her and walked softly down the corridor. It 
was early morning and she doubted that anyone else was up-especially after 
the full activities of the day before. She glanced into the bedroom where 
her daughter Nina and her niece Carol lay, moving restlessly. The next 
bedroom held her brother Ben, lying on his back, the covers tossed off him, 
his thick prick sticking out, half erected, from the front of his totally 
naked male body. Rose paused for a moment to look at him. He was a diamond 
in the rough, all right and she loved him, too. On impulse she walked 
silently into the bedroom, bent over, and planted a grateful kiss on the 
shaft of his prick. 

"Thanks, Ben," she said, "for a wonderful reunion." 

In his sleep, her brother smiled. 

For a moment Rose stood there over him, her mind fraught with indecision. 
She would loved to have kissed his prick some more, perhaps even straddle 
him and brought him awake with his prick sliding up into her cunt. But she 
had other plans. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she walked out 
of the room and back down the corridor, to the last bedroom. She stood at 
the foot of the bed, watching the bed's two occupants-her son Alec, and her 
nephew Chris, laying pajama-clad with their backs to each other, separated 
by at least a foot and a half of space. 

Rose shrugged off her robe and, wearing only her shortie nightgown, crawled 
from the foot of the bed up over the bed and lay in the center between the 
two young boys. Still asleep, they shifted slightly to afford her the room. 
She lay there for a moment, not moving, feeling the warmth of the two bodies 
pressing close to hers. She recalled how wonderfully athletic Chris' male 
body had been in the tight bathing suit that showed off his penis. Like 
father, like son, apparently. The notion excited Rose very much. She eased 
her hand over his hips along the rim of his pajama bottoms, snaked it across 
his belly, then dipped under the waistband to his groin, where she clutched 
his limp prick with a gentle but firm hand. 

Chris groaned and turned slightly toward her. "Mmmmmm, Nina," he murmured in 
his sleep, "I love your hand on my dick." 

"They all do," Rose said drily. 

I mustn't neglect my own little boy, she thought, and put her free hand 
through the fly of Alec's pajamas to touch his prick. Alec reacted in the 
usual way by sighing and twisting to press himself up against her body. 

Well, I've got me two handfuls here, all right, Rose thought. She loved to 
feel a guy's prick in her hands, to massage it and experience it grow thick 
and stiff, thanks to her. Even more than that, she especially enjoyed two 
pricks. Sometimes, husband John and fifteen-year-old Alec would be in bed 
with her at the same time, and she'd make them both very happy and herself 
as well. It also meant there were twice as many mouths and hands that could 
feel up her cunt, her ass, and her breasts. 

"Ooooh," Chris groaned and twisted even more. 

The seventeen-year-old boy placed his hand on his aunt's belly and rubbed. 
He worked his way upward at first, pushing aside her shortie nightgown until 
her large breasts were exposed, then he dipped his head to nuzzle them and 
kiss and lick the nipples and take them between his lips and suck greedily, 
while his hand returned down the path along her belly and below, where his 
fingers probed the wiry black pubic hair in search of the hot, moist hole 
between her legs. 

Rose couldn't help but squeal her delight as his finger found her cunt and 
-edged past the clit into it. Her outcry made him snap his eyes open and he 
lifted his head to peer into her face. 

"Why, you're-you're not Nina," he said, surprised. 

"That's right, my sweet, sexy little nephew," she admitted, "but I'm just as 
lovable." 

Playfully, she tugged at his stiffening prick and made him yelp. The sound 
brought Alec awake, sleepily rubbing his eyes. 

"Hey, what's going on?" he wanted to know. "Oh, it's you, Mother. What time 
is it?" 

"Time for a little mother-fucking," she told him. To Chris, she said, "And 
some aunt-fucking, if you'd like to." 

The taste of her nipples was still in Chris' mouth, and his finger was still 
in her sex hole. He gazed at her full body and licked his lips. There was no 
doubt about whether or not he'd like to. His stiff dick sliding through Aunt 
Rose's clenched hand gave ample proof of that. 

"I'd like to," he said. 

"Then do it," she told him. "Come on, Chris, put this beautiful big prick of 
yours into my cunt." 

She pulled him over on top of her. He rolled between her widespread legs, 
probing for the hole between her legs. Rose took his prick in her hands and 
guided him unerringly toward the lips of her cunt and rubbed the tip of his 
prick over them, back and forth for a moment, before inserting the end into 
her. As he sank in all the way with one sure, swift stroke, she squealed and 
clamped her legs tightly about his back. 

Beautiful, she thought. She loved Chris' lean hard body on top of her, 
crushing the breath from her. She loved his young hands massaging her 
breasts and palming her already stiff nipples. But most of all she loved his 
prick, thick like his father's, moving relentlessly in and out of her hot 
body with rhythmic thrusts. 

She glanced over to see her son Alec watching them, idly rubbing his stiff 
prick in his hands. Can't neglect my own baby, Rose thought, and reached out 
for him. He smiled as she took his prick in her hand, rubbing it one way and 
then the other, pulling at it, then moving her fingers down to his balls to 
gently cradle and squeeze them. 

Boy, Chris thought as he pumped his dick in and out of his Aunt Rose's hole, 
she's as good as Nina, and her breasts are even bigger. 

He used both hands to rub her breasts, smiling as the nipples hardened even 
more against his palms. Without missing a stroke, he impulsively bent his 
head and licked one of the nipples for a moment before taking it into his 
mouth and sucking and biting it. 

Rose bit her lip and murmured, "Ooooooh, you feel good, Chris." 

"The feeling," Chris muttered through clenched teeth, "is mutual, Aunt 
Rose." 

She lifted her ass from the bed and corkscrewed her hips to meet his thrusts 
into her. His prick was every bit as wonderful as Ben's, and she greatly 
enjoyed its throbbing length smacking into her, making wet sounds as it 
plunged deep, all the way to the balls, rubbing her clit along the way. Not 
only was she excited from her nephew's stiff prick sliding in and out of 
her, the feel of her son's throbbing genitals in her massaging hand made her 
catch her breath. If only she could do more with Alec, she thought, than 
just jerk him off.... 

She gave his prick a sudden yank that brought his eyes to her face, and she 
motioned with her head for him to slide up farther. At the same time, she 
drew her tongue sensuously across her lips, leaving little doubt as to what 
she had in mind. 

Alec smiled and nodded. Often he and Dad would have sex with mother, and 
they'd get into different positions so they could all enjoy the act. The 
feel of the woman's hands rubbing his pecker all over made him throb with 
anticipation of orgasm. Now, he had another thing to anticipate-his mother's 
tender lips sucking his throbbing flesh, kissing his balls, nibbling at him 
all over between his legs-at the same time his cousin Chris' pecker was 
screwing her in the snatch. 

Eagerly, Alec moved up on the bed so his pecker was next to his mother's 
face. He had to curve his body around the top of the pillow and in back of 
his head, but he didn't mind, for it gave him a good view of everything that 
was going on. It seemed a little strange to see a stranger screwing his 
mother, but that made it all the sexier. He watched as Chris' lips tried to 
devour the nipples and boobies thrust in his face. Each time the cousin 
reared back, Alec could look down along his mother's sweaty, heaving belly 
and see the boy's swollen pecker come out glistening wet from the hairy 
snatch between the woman's legs, then drive home into the hole again with 
such force it brought gasps of pleasure from his mother's lips. 

Alec turned his attention more fully on his mother's lips, for she was 
dragging them back and forth over his pecker. He felt her hot breath all 
along his tender skin, felt the dampness of her moist mouth. He almost 
straightened in a spasm of delight as her tongue came out and snaked back 
and forth across his flesh. He moaned as her fingers tightened on his balls, 
but it was not with pain. Gently, she nibbled at the ridge of his pecker, 
pulling at it with her teeth. Alec slitted his eyes and was only vaguely 
aware that his cousin Chris was grunting and groaning loudly as he pumped 
faster and faster into the woman squirming under his passion-ridden body. 

Rose was in heaven. She loved giving pleasure to men she loved, and she 
loved receiving it in return. Now, it was both ways with the two young boys 
who were related to her. Gratefully, she kissed the rolling sweat from her 
son's balls, craned her neck to nuzzle his pubic hair that filled her 
nostrils with musky perfume, and licked droplets of seminal fluid that 
gathered in the tiny hole at the very tip of his prick. She knew Alec pretty 
well now, and she was sure that orgasm was imminent; she wanted to be sure 
to have his prick in her mouth when he came. She nibbled at the top of his 
prick, then took it between her lips and pulled at it with sucking motions 
that made him tremble and breathe even more erratically and make thrusting 
motions with his hips. 

Between her legs, Chris' prick sank into her cunt with authority, then 
retreated even more quickly, to be followed by a fast thrust in the 
increasing rhythm he had established. She was unused to her nephew's body, 
but she thought she had it figured pretty well. What she wanted to do was 
make them both come at the same time, getting it in her cunt and her mouth 
simultaneously. 

Chris' eyes were rolling around and they seemed to be glazed with the 
intensity of his passion. He huffed and grunted on top of her, holding onto 
her gyrating hips now with his face buried in her full breasts. 

"I-I'm going to-come-Aunt Rose," he managed. 

Rose sensed this. She worked on her son's prick which was throbbing and 
stuttering around in her mouth, using every bit of know-how she had learned 
during the years. She swished his prick back and forth from one cheek to the 
other. She pressed her lips tightly around it and alternately blew and 
sucked it. She twirled her tongue swiftly around the tip and along the 
underside of the ridge near the top. 

"Ah, ah, ah!" Alec said in response to her labors, and he stiffened his body 
and began to convulse. 

"Ooooooh!" Chris moaned, stiffening his own body an instant later. 

Rose felt Alec's prick engorge in her mouth and spew spurts of sticky liquid 
down her swallowing throat. 

She felt Chris' prick grow big inside her cunt, spasm and shoot semen deep 
inside her body. 

Rose closed her eyes and sighed. She had three orgasms herself this time, 
and she felt exhausted but happy. Both boys withdrew from her. 

Chris said, "Gee, thanks, Aunt Rose, you're the greatest." 

"I'm the one to thank you, Chris," she said. "You're an accomplished lover. 
You can fuck me anytime you want." She turned her attention to her son. 
"That goes for you, too, Alec." 

"I'd better go clean up," Chris said. 

"Wait." Rose reached out and grabbed her nephew's sticky-wet prick. "That's 
a mother's-and an aunt's-job." 

Chris lay beside the prostrate Alec and watched in amazement as his aunt 
bent over his genitals and used her lips and tongue to suck and lick away 
all traces of the semen and vaginal juices on his dick. She worked on Alec 
at the same time, slurping her tongue up one side of his penis and down the 
other, licking away and sucking it clean until the flesh was red. 

"I don't know which I like better," Alec said thoughtfully. "Before, or 
after." 

"I like them both," his cousin said agreeably. 

Chris looked up into the doorway to see Nina Robinson standing there in her 
wispy nightgown, staring angrily at him. 

"You know what's wrong with this whole fucking family," Nina asked, her 
voice trembling. "All everybody thinks about all the time is sex, sex, 
nothing but sex!" She turned and fled down the hall. 

Chris stared at the empty doorway. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, 
puzzled. 

"A slight case of jealousy, I'm afraid," Aunt Rose explained. "Don't worry, 
she'll get over it." She smiled. "Besides, Nina wanted an excuse to hop into 
bed with your father. Now she has it!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When Nina stormed from the bedroom where her mother had just been fucked by 
her brother and her cousin, she realized she was being emotional and 
irrational. Yet even her psychiatrist father recognized this trait in women, 
even sometimes in those females in his own family. Nina herself had inklings 
of what it was-jealousy. In the few hours they'd been together, she'd formed 
an emotional attachment toward her cousin Chris. 

All during the night she'd dreamed of his bronzed athletic figure moving 
naked over her, his lovely cock up stiff and pressing in between her legs. 
She loved his lips on the nipples of her breasts, his hands massaging her 
ass, his finger delving into the moist heat of her cunt. 

She'd hurried to his room to have him fuck her again, first thing that 
morning-only to discover her mother had beat her to it. Nina realized she 
shouldn't be selfish-her father had taught them differently-but then wasn't 
her own mother selfish for taking two of the four men on the island at once? 

In passing through the corridor, Nina had not missed the inspiring sight of 
her Uncle Ben lying on his back, stark naked, his thick cock pointing toward 
the ceiling. I suppose Carol will beat me to him, Nina thought-and hurried. 
In the doorway to his bedroom, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Her 
slim-figured cousin was not there as she'd half feared. Uncle Ben was in the 
same position as before, snoring soundly away. 

Nina went into the room and closed the door securely behind her. She didn't 
want any interruptions, and she'd just as soon make her cousin Chris wonder 
and worry about what she was doing with his father. She advanced to the bed, 
pulled her thin nightgown over her head and let it drift to the floor. Then 
she lay on the bed with her feet sharing the pillow with Uncle Ben's head 
and boldly reached out for his cock with both hands. He murmured in his 
sleep, and the smile on his almost homely face got broader. 

Nina licked her lips as she stared at the thick-veined column of warm, 
throbbing flesh in her hands. Sex always excited her, but there had been 
times when it was especially so. The time with Chris had been one. She'd 
thought she'd become so blase about fucking and cocksucking and all the rest 
of it that she'd take it as a matter of course. But now once again the feel 
of an unfamiliar cock nestled in her hands and the knowledge that she would 
be soon kissing and licking it intimately and then placing it in her cunt, 
made her as excited as she'd been yesterday with the man's son. More so! she 
thought defiantly. 

She bent her head to it and tentatively stretched out her tongue to lick the 
very tip of the cock. Uncle Ben sighed. Thus encouraged, she pressed her 
lips against the end of his cock and gently massaged his flesh with them. 
She pursed her lips and blew at the end of it while her fingers danced along 
the sides. 

Uncle Ben laughed and squirmed as though her actions tickled him pleasantly. 
"That's it, honey," he murmured, his eyes still closed, 'suck it, suck it." 

That was just what Nina intended to do-among other things. She cradled his 
balls with one hand and steadied his cock with her thumb and forefinger 
securely placed around the base of the shaft. She ran her tongue all over 
the top of his cock, then down along the sides in a slow spiral until she 
got to the bottom, after which the spiral curved upward to the very tip once 
again. 

Still asleep, Uncle Ben made automatic thrusts with his hips. She was 
getting him turned on, that was certain. Nina smiled and attacked his 
genitals with renewed enthusiasm. Her mouth and tongue labored all over his 
crotch, kissing, licking, sucking his cock, pulling at his sweaty, 
musk-scented balls with her lips, all the while pulling and massaging his 
throbbing shaft with her agile fingers. 

"Oh, honey," he moaned, "that's beautiful. Just beautiful." 

She glanced up the length of his body to see that his eyes were open, but he 
wasn't looking at her face. Her legs were stretched out alongside him, with 
one of them bent and lifted so that her own crotch was there right in front 
of his admiring face as soon as he awakened. 

At first Ben Hardy thought he was dreaming. If it was a dream, then he 
didn't want to wake up. However, as sleep faded and consciousness came to 
him more and more, the sensual delights he felt became sharper and more real 
to him. There was actually someone in bed with him, sucking his cock. 

From force of habit he assumed it was Carol, and he kept his eyes closed and 
prepared to enjoy this moment of relaxation. But something was different. 
Breasts, for one-or rather, two-things. Those tits dangling over his legs 
and stomach were a lot fuller than Carol's. Besides, the tonguing technique 
was different. Rose, he thought pleasantly. 

But when he opened his eyes and stared directly into the snatch, he knew it 
wasn't his sister either. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of 
Nina Robinson, his niece, glancing expectantly up at him even while she 
continued running her tongue along his stiff cock. 

Finally he did look down at her and he smiled. "Honey," he told her, "from 
the moment I first laid eyes on you, I wanted us to get together like this. 
In fact, I was just dreaming of you." 

"You were-really?" Nina said. She tried to retain her sophisticated manner 
and failed. 

"I wouldn't lie to you, baby," he said, "not to my own flesh and blood. Come 
on, honey, put it in your mouth and suck it good for old Uncle Ben." 

He lifted his hips, took her brown-haired head between the palms of his 
hands and forced her mouth down on him. She opened her mouth wide and he 
shoved his cock deep into the opening with such force she started to gag. 
She caught her breath, however, closed her lips tightly about its throbbing 
length and then began to raise and lower her head rhythmically. 

Nina was glad that Chris had been occupied. She'd wondered what Uncle Ben 
would be like, and now she was finding out. So far she liked his manly, 
forceful manner. She liked the taste of his cock in her mouth, the smell of 
his balls and pubic hair filling her nostrils. She was determined to give 
the older man as good a time in the sack as her cousin Carol-and even her 
own mother-could. 

Ben Hardy rested his head on Nina's inner thigh and watched as his own cock 
went sliding in and out of the teenage girl's receptive mouth as her head 
rose and fell over his crotch. 

Oh, honey, he thought, elated, you're great. Not only have you got big tits, 
but you're young, too. It was a wicked combination, one he'd learned to 
appreciate when the girl's mother was that age. 

As she crouched over him, Ben reached down and fondled her breasts, rubbing 
the nipples with his knuckles to make them stiff. Then he ran his hands 
along her squirming thighs, over her heaving belly, then on the insides of 
her glistening thighs, around the leg to her firm ass. 

Her snatch was staring him right in the face, but he saved that for last. He 
probed the wet, hairy hole with his fingers, parting the folds of the lips 
and dragging a knuckle into her clit with such force she winced. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," he said quickly, "did I hurt you?" 

His cock still in her mouth, she shook her head no. 

"Here," he said anyway, "I'll kiss it better for you." He buried his head in 
her crotch and planted a juicy kiss directly on her snatch. He grinned as 
she shuddered from the contact. He'd never been much of a snatch sucker at 
first, but some young whores on the mainland had suggested he try it. He did 
and found it helped work him up even more. Also, the girls themselves seemed 
to like it. He started practicing on his daughter Carol, just for variety, 
and found that she got very excited when he did it to her. Of course it 
would never replace straight fucking. Nothing was better than having his 
cock ramming in and out of some young girl's hot snatch. As he thought of 
that, Ben Hardy lifted his head from Nina's crotch and husked, "Come on, 
honey. Let's you and me fuck!" 

Nina took her uncle's cock and rubbed it against her cheek, smiling at his 
words. Her own father didn't object to the word "fuck," but he seldom used 
it. She supposed it was his college education that made him say intercourse 
most of the time. As for Alec, he preferred the word 'screw." It was a 
pleasant change to be with a man who merely said to her, "Let's fuck!" 

"Let's," she said. "I want to feel your big cock in my hot cunt, Uncle Ben." 

"That makes two of us, honey," Uncle Ben said. He didn't waste any time. He 
pulled her up beside him on the bed and rolled over onto her, crushing the 
breath from her lungs with the weight of his big body. 

Nina spread her legs for him while he thumped his cock between her legs, 
seeking the lips of her warm, moist cunt. Finding the opening, he reared 
back like a stallion and shoved his cock all the way into her. 

She almost screamed as he entered her. His cock seemed bigger than her 
father's, thicker-and certainly rougher. Despite her frequent fuckings at 
the hands, cocks, and bodies of her father and her brother, Nina knew her 
cunt was still quite tight. But she wouldn't have had it any other way. She 
liked the way a man's cock slammed into her, and she knew he liked the way 
her vaginal muscles gripped him tightly from all sides, squeezing delight 
from his body. 

Uncle Ben was all man, there was no question of that. He yanked his cock out 
almost all the way, then pounded it fiercely into her cunt. He did this over 
and over again, while he bruised her breasts with his hairy hands and mashed 
his panting lips against her mouth. She felt like a virgin all over again 
and thought she was going to be ripped apart by this sexual animal with his 
battering ram of a stiff cock. But she loved it. "Fuck me, Uncle," she 
cried. "That's it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

She knew she was shouting, but she didn't care. Let Chris and the others 
know what I'm doing, what a grand time I'm having fucking Uncle Ben. She 
clawed his back with her fingernails, clamped her legs firmly about his 
back, and began rocking and rolling under his thrusting body. She loved a 
man who acted the caveman. She enjoyed being taken forcibly as Uncle Ben was 
taking her. There was no nonsense about the man. He had a stiff cock, and he 
wanted a woman-so he took her. He was like some big beautiful sexy animal in 
heat, doing what comes naturally. He had only one thought on his mind-sexual 
satisfaction-and that same thought was on hers. 

She loved it all. She loved every thick inch of his cock she'd sucked on, 
that was now ramming relentlessly in and out of her fiery cunt. She loved 
every square inch of his hairy body sweating, huffing and puffing, forcing 
her own breath from her with each plunge of passion. She knew she was going 
to have a few bruises on her body, but that was all right, too. It would be 
something she could flaunt in front of Chris and make him sorry he'd taken 
her mother instead of waiting for her. 

As for Ben, he always enjoyed fucking-but especially so with a new girl. The 
mysteries of sister Rose's voluptuous body had been renewed with great 
delight. But her daughter Nina's flesh was unfamiliar, and he was having the 
time of his life exploring it. It sure beat going to whores on the mainland. 

There was nothing wrong with it, but it was sometimes too cut and dried. He 
often had the feeling they were sucking and fucking just to get his money 
and they'd have just as much enthusiasm with some other guy. 

But little Nina was not like that. No money was involved, and she only 
wanted him for his body and for the pleasure his cock could give her. She 
was a sweet-fucking piece of ass that really turned him on. Nice-looking all 
over. He wondered if she had a lot of boyfriends. Probably. But if he knew 
Dr. John Robinson, the man wasn't allowing her to put out for any of them. 
Inside the family, anything went, but no fucking around in the outside 
world. 

Which would make the seventeen-year-old sexpot hot for any new body in the 
family-like his, for instance. She'd welcome a new cock with open mouth and 
legs, just as she was doing now. It was a shame she wouldn't be around for 
longer than the few weeks scheduled for the vacation. He'd like to have Nina 
around all the time. And Rose, too, of course. And the twins, Robin and 
Polly. I could have me my own private harem, Ben Hardy thought with a grin. 

It was a pleasant dream, but it was just that-only a dream. In a few weeks, 
Nina, Rose, Polly, and Robin would be back up in the states being fucked by 
John and Alec Robinson-while poor Uncle Ben would have to content himself 
with the slim-figured daughter Carol, and an occasional young Mexican 
prostitute on the mainland. Unless, he thought, some miracle happened. He'd 
put his mind to it and see if he could work one. 

Meanwhile, there was the voluptuous Nina under him, squirming her crotch 
against him while he pumped his cock in and out of her delicious young 
snatch. He ran his fingers through her upswept but now mussed brown hair and 
mashed his mouth over her lips, probing her mouth with his tongue. He moved 
his hands down to her large, firm breasts and pinched and kneaded them with 
rough fingers. He felt his cock swell inside her snatch with more enthusiasm 
than he'd ever had. His head swam before the tingling sensation of this 
strange, wonderful, exotically female body twisting under and against him. 

Nina felt her orgasm coming, and she knew it was going to be a big one. 
Uncle Ben's big cock rubbed the nub of her clit one way and another with 
each stroke in and out, bringing a sharp sensation of pleasure with each 
delightful touch. Buried deep inside her cunt, his flesh brought her moaning 
to a peak of passion that made her mind whirl. She perspired profusely and 
her loins seemed to be on fire. She gasped as it hit her. She caught her 
breath and shook from head to toe, shuddering with a series of quick spasms 
that caused her cunt muscles to contract and tighten about her uncle's 
swollen cock. 

That did it. Ben couldn't have held back if he'd wanted to-and he didn't 
want to. He increased his frantic strokes, plunging his cock swiftly and 
furiously into the snatch that gripped him. He held onto Nina's hips so 
tightly she winced, but he didn't notice. His body straightened out and he 
shook the bed with the fury of his orgasm. Deep inside the young girl, his 
cock straightened itself even more, grew more swollen, and spurted bursts of 
juice inside her. 

For a moment they lay silent, gasping in air, and Ben let his cock remain 
inside her snatch. Impulsively, Nina grabbed the man and hugged him, 
planting a juicy kiss on his lips. "You were wonderful, Uncle Ben," she 
said. "I don't know when I've had a better fucking." She hoped Chris was 
outside the door listening. 

"Me, too, honey," Ben Hardy said with a grin. "You're the best piece of ass 
I've had in a long time." His smile faded slightly as he realized what he'd 
said. It was true enough, but he didn't want his sister Rose to get angry 
with him. The full truth was, of course, that whatever girl he was with was 
the best piece of ass he'd ever had. If Rose was to be the next one, at that 
time she'd be the best. Hell, he thought, the whole fucking family is great. 

When Uncle Ben rolled off her and lay on his back, Nina idly drew her finger 
across his cock. "I hope you'll be able to come up and visit us once in a 
while," she said hopefully. 

"You can plan on it, honey," he said. "I wouldn't want to be without your 
lovely snatch for very long." 

Nina smiled contentedly. Not only was she sexually satisfied, her uncle's 
words were comforting. Despite her anger at Chris, she knew she'd miss 
running her fingers through his short blond hair, rubbing her breasts 
against his naked chest, and pressing her hot cunt into his lovely cock. 

A knock sounded at the door. "Hey, you two," Carol's voice came through, 
"are you going to sleep in there all day?" 

"We weren't sleeping," Nina said, unable to keep the triumph from her tone, 
"we were fucking-among other things." 

The words didn't faze the slim girl. "Well, get up if you want breakfast." 
She went away. 

Uncle Ben rose and began dressing. "Carol's a pretty good cook, and I'm 
starved." 

"There's only one thing I'm hungry for," Nina said, staring at his dangling 
cock. 

Uncle Ben laughed, pleased. "Later, honey," he said, adding mentally, and 
often! 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Carol," John Robinson said, squeezing the slim girl's leg under the 
breakfast table, "you're a marvelous cook." 

Everybody, their mouths filled with eggs and tomatoes, could only nod 
agreement-except for Nina, who sulked and thought, Well, at least I've got 
bigger breasts! 

They were gathered on wooden benches around a large, heavy redwood table on 
the patio in the shade from the overhanging roof. It was the beginning of a 
hot day, and the girls had dressed in shorts and halters, which fact also 
pleased the men. 

Ben Hardy was seated between his sister Rose Robinson and her daughter Nina, 
and as he ate he alternately ran his hands along their naked legs and 
thighs, between the legs and up to the crotch. It was under cover of the 
table, but Ben knew that nobody really gave a damn. They were one big happy, 
sexy family-and anything went, anytime. 

Nina gave Chris a disdainful smile and casually-but obviously, for he was 
watching her closely-moved her hand over to Uncle Ben's lap. Through the 
cloth of his trousers she rubbed the bulge in his pants and felt the 
answering quiver of his cock nestled there. From the corner of her eye she 
noted her father's disapproving glance at her actions. She realized he was 
not objecting to her intimacy with his brother-in-law in public, but her 
using this means of revenge against her cousin Chris. A sudden burst of 
shame filled her. Her Uncle Ben was great in bed. She loved his cock pumping 
frantically in and out of her hot, juicy cunt, and she wanted him to do it 
to her again. But damn it, it was Chris she loved! 

"Today's Sunday," Ben Hardy said, "and there's a bullfight in the arena if 
anyone wants to see it." 

"You don't mean here on the island?" Rose said. 

"No, it's in town." He laughed. "I know it doesn't seem like much of a town, 
but it does cater to tourists quite a bit. Besides the bullring, they've got 
some pretty interesting nightclub shows." 

"That's not a bad idea," John Robinson mused. "I haven't seen a bullfight in 
years. And those nightclubs might be fun later." 

"Bullfights-yech!" Robin and Polly chorused, shuddering. 

"They're not really bloody," Alec said. "I saw one in Tijuana once. You'll 
probably love it once you get used to it." 

"I don't know," John said. "It might be a bad experience for the girls just 
now. Especially if they don't really want to see it-" 

"We can stay here," Robin suggested, "and go swimming and exploring and 
things." 

"Sure," Polly put in, "we'll be all right until you get back." 

"I don't know," their mother said, looking doubtful. "I hate to leave you 
two all alone here on the island." 

Chris said, "I'll stay here with them. I've seen lots of bullfights and I 
don't particularly want to go today. I'm bushed. I've had a hard morning." 
He glanced at Nina when he said that, then swiveled his head to smile 
affectionately at his Aunt Rose. He also obviously put his hand on the 
woman's leg under the table. Nina hmpfed and turned away. 

"I think," John Robinson said slowly, "that's a good idea." 

It'll separate our two quarreling lovers, for one thing, he thought, and 
it'll give me a chance to have a heart to heart talk with Nina. 

"It's all settled then," Ben Hardy said exuberantly. "The events start about 
four-thirty, so if we leave after lunch we'll have plenty of time to drive 
into town." 

"Wonderful," Nina enthused, gripping her uncle's cock under the table and 
giving Chris a meaningful glance, "I'm sure we'll all have a wonderful 
time." 

Nina ignored the sharp look her father gave her. After breakfast, she 
deliberately walked away, saying she was going for a stroll, so he wouldn't 
lecture her on manners. She was just around the bend of a clump of tropical 
trees when Chris caught up with her. 

He said, "What's biting you?" 

"Nothing." 

"You're angry with me." 

"Ami?" 

"Listen," he said, running a frustrated hand through his blond crewcut, 
"what do you expect me to do when your mother crawls into bed with me and 
grabs my dick?" 

She didn't answer him. 

"Oh, come on, you're not jealous of your own mother, are you?" he said 
incredulously. 

It sounded silly to her, but she wasn't about to back down now. "I really 
don't care who you fuck, Mr. Hardy," she told him haughtily. 

"Well, I care," he said. 

He moved in close to her and pulled her savagely to him, mashing his lips 
over the startled girl's mouth before she could protest. He pressed the 
front of his trousers against the front of her shorts, and his hands moved 
down along the small of her back and cupped her firm buttocks. Despite his 
recent early-morning activity with the girl's mother, Chris felt his dick 
start to respond excitedly. 

"Let me go, let me go!" Nina squirmed against him, trying to get away. "I 
don't want you to kiss me. I don't want you to do anything to me, Mr. 
Hardy." 

She was lying and she knew it. She could hardly catch her breath as his 
hands roamed over her ass, massaging the warm flesh under the 
thin-materialed shorts. His mouth on hers felt very good, and so did the 
bulge in the front of his pants as he mashed it close to her groin. 

One of his hands left her buttocks and moved to caress her breasts, first 
outside the thin halter, then under the rim to the naked flesh, where her 
nipples began erecting against his palm. 

"Come on," he said, "let's hump and make up." 

She couldn't help but smile. "Hump? That's a funny word for it." 

"Okay then, fuck, screw-anything you want to call it." He groaned. "Come on, 
Nina, you know how I feel about you, baby." 

"How do you feel?" she asked him, excited herself by his closeness. 

"I love you," he said. 

"And what else?" 

"I want to hump you, love you, fuck you, screw you." 

His words filled her with a growing desire. She rubbed her haltered breasts 
against his chest and reached down to massage the bulge in front of his 
pants. 

She said, 'Tell me exactly what you'd like to do to me, Chris!" 

He muttered hoarsely, "I want to shove my dick up the lovely hairy hole 
between your legs. I want to kiss your breasts, suck your nipples." 

"You want to lick my cunt?" she asked him. 

"Yes, oh, yes," he said, trembling. 

He was beginning to make thrusting motions with his crotch against her. His 
eyes were glazed and his breath became gasps. The feel of his stiffening 
cock turned her on sexually, as did his words concerning what he'd like to 
do. She loved it when a man said dirty words to her. The sounds of them sent 
goose pimples running up and down her spine and then back down to explode in 
her cunt. Her heart hammering in her rib cage, she took hold of his zipper 
and gently eased it down. 

"You can go to the bullfights with us," she said. "I'm sure we'll stay 
overnight, and you and I can be alone together. Chris-all night, just the 
two of us, with no interruptions." 

She reached in and found his stiffening cock and curled her fingers around 
its naked, throbbing length. 

"Who-who'll stay with the twins?" he asked her, probing her mouth with his 
tongue. "Alec can stay." 

"But he wants to see the bullfight," Chris protested. He could hardly speak. 
His cousin's hand on his dick was making his so sexually excited he couldn't 
stand still. "Besides, he's never humped my sister, and I can tell he's 
looking forward to it." 

"Fuck Carol!" Nina said angrily. 

Chris forced a smile to his face. "That's just what he wants to do. And I 
know Carol is anticipating it, too." 

"I don't give a damn about either of them," Nina said, really annoyed now. 
"I'm talking about us, Chris, you and me, and the fun we can have together." 

Chris obviously didn't know what words to use, but he knew he had to say 
something. He said, "I've got the rest of the family to think about, even if 
you don't." 

A grim look came over Nina's face as she released his cock. "You haven't 
fucked Robin and Polly yet, have you?" 

"What does that mean?" he wanted to know. 

"It means I think you're hot for a pair of thirteen-year-old girls who don't 
have any breasts to speak of," she flared. "You'd rather stay here and fuck 
the twins than be with me!" 

"That's not true." 

"If it's not true, then come with us," she said, her voice getting 
persuasive again, her hand returning to his crotch. 

"I-I can't," he said helplessly. 

She yanked her hand away from his cock. "If you can't, I'm sure your father 
can. He's a better lover than you are or ever will be. So go fuck yourself!" 

She turned and stamped away. Irritated, Chris flung after her, "I don't have 
to. I'll have fun while you're gone, don't worry about that." 

He turned to find his Uncle John beside him. The older man placed a 
consoling arm around the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, Chris, she'll get 
over it," John assured him. "I've been a psychiatrist for a good many years 
and I still don't understand women most of the time. Tonight I'll stay with 
her and have a little talk about this." 

"I'd appreciate it, sir," Chris said, meaning it. 

Chris was aware of an empty feeling in his gut. It was partially physical 
from having been sexually worked up without following through to orgasm. It 
was also sorrow for having alienated his cousin Nina, with whom he'd fallen 
quite in love. But. it's not, he told himself, going to stop me from having 
sex with the twins, Robin and Polly. 

Chris had never had two girls at once before. His father had, of course, on 
the mainland in the whorehouses he frequented. He was also aware that his 
father and Robin and Polly had gone to bed earlier the previous evening 
while everybody else was down at the beach, and the older man had had a 
perfectly contented look on his face afterward. 

Later in the day they all put on their bathing suits and frolicked about on 
the beach and in the water. The gulf was warm and very clear, and swimming 
through it was very pleasant. Alec couldn't keep his eyes off Carol's slim, 
bikini-clad figure, and he got a stiff pecker from trying to picture her 
naked. Several times Carol glanced over to see him watching her, and 
automatically her eyes went to his crotch where the telltale bulge told her 
what he was thinking. She responded by blushing, pleased by the attention 
and by the results of the attention. 

She thought Alec was very nice, but that was only natural for she thought 
his father was an exceptional man as well. She'd never enjoyed more the feel 
of the older man's prick as he shoved it up her pussy, and she was sure that 
fifteen-year-old Alec would be nice to screw, too. It bothered her to see 
the longing looks her brother Chris gave Nina who kept running about on the 
shore and in the surf probably (so Carol suspected) so her big breasts would 
keep bouncing. Once the girl's halter came undone, falling into the water, 
and her naked breasts flopped into full view. Carol's father Ben was nearby 
at the time and only too happy to assist in putting the halter back into 
place, making sure he got a lot of feels in along the way. 

Okay, she thought, so some men liked to milk cows, that was their business. 
She had enough in the breast department herself to satisfy any man. Uncle 
John had told her that, and the way his son Alec was staring at her seemed 
to verify it. She even managed to swim near Alec as they darted through the 
clear water close to the body. On impulse Alec grabbed her and planted a 
kiss on her lips and hugged her close to him. Carol's eyes sparkled, and she 
reached down and boldly grabbed the fifteen-year-old boy's cock through his 
bathing trunks and squeeze. Later, when they were in town, there would be 
more, but for now it made her intentions quite clear to him. 

Rose Hardy Robinson came laughing, gasping up onto the shore and fell onto 
the sand. At her heels was her brother Ben, also laughing, wheezing from the 
effort as his legs splashed through the water, his eyes riveted to his 
sister's churning ass just in front of him. He fell to the sand beside her, 
quickly grabbed her by her breasts and kissed her passionately. 

"You naughty boy," she scolded playfully, "what you must be thinking." 

"You know damn well what I'm thinking, Rose," he said with a coarse laugh. 
"I can hardly keep my hands off you. You've got a lovely ass, tits, 
snatch-everything. I've got me a stiff cock that won't stop, and I want us 
to fuck." 

"I thought you were hot for my daughter Nina," Rose teased, but it was 
obvious his words pleased her. 

"Of course I am-because she reminds me of you. 

But you can still teach her a few things about pleasing a man, honey. I want 
to definitely stay over in town tonight, so you and I can be together." 

Rose's face turned serious. "I'd like to, Ben, but do you really think the 
twins will be all right?" 

"Of course they will. Nothing ever happens out here on the island. Besides, 
Chris will be looking after them. They can fish and swim and go exploring 
and-" he grinned lasciviously-"have other kinds of fun, and we'll be back 
first thing in the morning. Just as long as they don't-" He stopped. 

"As long as they don't what?" 

"Oh, there are some caves on the island that go back pretty deep. The whole 
place is honeycombed with them. I told Chris not to wander too far into 
them." 

"You mean he could get lost in there?" Rose asked incredulously. 

Ben Hardy shrugged. "I don't think so, especially if there are others along. 
It's like being lost in the woods-you could keep going around in circles and 
not realize it." 

"I wish you'd speak to him about it," Rose said. 

"I will, Rose, I promise," her brother said. "I'll tell him not to do any 
exploring." He added mentally, Except exploring those two young bitches' 
bodies, of course. Remembering the twins' sexual enthusiasm with him, Ben 
knew his son Chris was going to have himself one hell of a fucking good time 
with them. Later, on the boat heading toward the mainland, when Rose asked 
him if he'd remembered to warn Chris about the caves, Ben Hardy lied and 
said he had. He rationalized to himself, however, that Chris was going to be 
too busy fucking two nubile and willing thirteen-year-old girls to probably 
even get out of the house. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Robin, Polly, and Chris stood on the dock waving good-bye to the motor 
launch as it pulled away and headed toward the mainland. When the boat was 
out of sight, they turned and headed back toward the hacienda. 

"Well, what would you girls like to do?" Chris asked them. 

"Gee, I don't know, Chris," Robin said. "What would you like to do, Polly?" 

Polly wet her lips and stared at his crotch. "I'd like to screw," she said. 

Robin was shocked. "Polly!" 

"Well, I would. And so would you, you know it," Polly said defensively. 
"After all, we're related to him, aren't we?" 

Chris laughed self-consciously. All morning and early afternoon he'd been 
almost painfully aware that, he would be stranded on an island here with two 
thirteen-year-old girls. Trying not to be obvious about it, he'd examined 
every part of their young female bodies and liked what he saw. Their legs in 
the bikinis were slim and nice-looking. Their bellies were slightly rounded, 
puckered at the belly button. Their breasts might one day turn out like 
Nina's and their mother's, but right now they were rather shallow-which 
didn't bother the seventeen-year-old youth because he'd humped his sister 
many a time and her breasts were not very big-especially when she was only 
thirteen, three years ago. 

Robin pouted that she wasn't the one to suggest a fucking spree. She said, 
"We can do that later. I'd like to explore the island some more." 

"I want to screw," Polly said. "What's left to see on this dumb island 
anyway? We've seen everything, haven't we, Chris?" 

"Almost," Chris said. 

"What do you mean, almost?" Robin wanted to know. 

The boy hesitated. "Well, there are some caves that stretch back quite a 
ways underground. I have the feeling there might be some treasure hidden 
someplace down there." 

Even Robin's eyes widened at that. "Treasure?" 

"Sure," Chris went on. "There are rumors that pirates came through this area 
many centuries ago, left chests full of gold and jewels and never came back 
for them." 

"Wow," Polly said in awe. 

"But we can't go into the caves," Chris said. 

"Why not?" 

"Because I promised my father I wouldn't go into them. He thinks it might be 
dangerous." He shrugged and a smile blossomed on his face. "So I guess we'll 
just have to-uh-screw, like Polly says." 

Polly shook her head. "Uh-uh. We can screw later. Right now, I want to 
search for buried treasure." 

Chris was honestly sorry now he'd mentioned it. He had no desire to disobey 
his father's orders. At a sudden thought said, "Let's put it this way, 
girls, if we don't have sex first, then I won't show you the caves where the 
treasure is buried." 

"That's blackmail!" Polly protested. 

"It's still early," Robin said. "We can do some fucking at the hacienda, 
then go into the caves, and when we come back we can celebrate by doing some 
more fucking." 

"Well," Polly said reluctantly, "all right." 

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. He'd delay having an orgasm as much as 
possible to make the sex act with the girls last as long as he could. Then 
when it got dark, it would be too late to go into the caves, and he'd put it 
off until tomorrow-when the others would be back from the mainland. 

Once inside the hacienda, the twins headed directly for Chris' bedroom, each 
one of them holding onto his hand and pulling him. Robin's eagerness had 
returned, now that she was so close to having a fresh young male peter to 
look at, to fondle and pull and suck on and stick up her pussy. Uncle Ben 
had been a welcome change of pace, and now her cousin Chris would have some 
new flesh to offer. Polly felt very smug about her actions. Usually it was 
her sister Robin who was the bold one, but it was little Polly who'd 
suggested they do some screwing and who'd urged them to search the caves for 
pirate treasure. 

In the bedroom, Chris allowed his eyes to roam over the bikini-clad twin 
bodies, the bare legs, the fledgling breasts under the skimpy halters. He 
recalled the pleasant daydreams he'd had of the two young females crawling 
nakedly over his responding male body, and he shuddered with anticipation. 

Together they lay on the bed and started to kiss each other. Their mouths 
were warm and wet as they moved over his lips, and Chris returned their 
kisses with a great deal of enthusiasm. He'd vowed to not think of Nina-a 
vow he was having no trouble keeping, under the circumstances, as his hands 
roamed ininhibitedly over the twins' squirming bodies, fondling the breasts 
under the halters, delving between their legs to rub the thin cloth at the 
crotch. Their own hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping 
his fly, unbuckling his belt. 

He groaned as four hands grabbed his dick at the same time. "I think," he 
said, "we'd all better get undressed." 

He quickly pulled off his own clothing while the twins removed their halters 
and bikini bottoms. Their bodies were smooth, white, slim, with rounded 
mounds of pubescent breasts, curved thighs, slim legs. 

"You like what you see, cousin Chris?" Robin said flirtatiously. 

Wetting his lips, Chris could only nod. The sight of all that naked female 
flesh made his mind spin. He didn't know where to begin. 

"Well," Polly said impatiently, "are we going to screw or aren't we?" 

Chris went into action. He lay on his back between the two prone girls and 
pulled them both against him. He alternately kissed one and then the other 
on the lips, inserting his tongue deep into the warm, wet opening with quick 
strokes. The girls returned his kisses just as passionately, while they 
rubbed their crotches against his leg and moved the nipples of their shallow 
breasts against his chest, tickling and titillating him. Their hands roamed 
over his dick and his balls, squeezing, kneading, while his own hands grew 
busy on their nipples turning hard with passion, and then between their legs 
where his fingers probed the dewy hot openings fringed with downy 
outcroppings of light pubic hair. 

He found their clits and, with his middle fingers imbedded in their vaginal 
lips, he rubbed the upstanding flesh with furious but meaningful strokes to 
which the twins answered with moans of delight. 

"I want to suck it," Polly almost shrieked. "I want to suck his peter." 

"Me, too," Robin moaned, sorry again she didn't think of it first. 

"Be patient, girls," Chris said with a smile, "there's plenty for everyone." 
He reminded himself once again that he mustn't come too soon, or he'd have 
another argument on his hands about the caves. It wasn't going to be easy, 
for his dick was already up as stiff as it was likely to get and was 
throbbing like it usually did when he was on his way to coming. 

Polly bent over her cousin's peter, holding the base of it in her slim 
fingers. The end of it gaped at her, with a slight trace of moisture welling 
in the tiny opening at the very tip. She extended her tongue and licked away 
the wetness with such enthusiasm the boy squirmed and almost pulled his 
peter from her grasp. But she settled her other hand around his balls to 
steady him and herself and bent forward more to kiss and suck on the end of 
the column of flesh she held rigidly in her grip. 

Robin was not about to be outdone. She kissed Chris furiously on the mouth, 
then transferred her affections to his nipples, going from one to another 
almost frantically, remembering her father had once told her that they were 
erogenous zones on many males as well as on females. She remembered suddenly 
how her Uncle Ben had surprised her by fingering her asshole and then 
licking it as well as her pussy. It had been a thrilling experience she'd 
never felt before, having a man's tongue working over any hole other than 
her pussy, and it had been strangely exciting to her. Her cousin Chris' 
peter was not available, but maybe he'd like to have his own asshole licked! 

She didn't bother asking him. She just dove over onto the other side of him 
and wedged her head under one of his legs, twisting her face around until 
she was facing his ass directly. From her vantage point she could see his 
balls and above that his stiff peter disappearing rhythmically into her 
sister's slurping mouth. Polly was hardly aware she was there, but Chris 
soon would be. She used both her hands to separate the cheeks of his ass, 
then eagerly she pressed her face forward. She'd come to like the musky 
smells of a man's genitals when he was sexually excited, and now new smells 
around his asshole drifted to fill her nostrils as she delved closer to the 
puckered opening. Impulsively, she planted a wet kiss directly over the 
opening and smiled to herself as Chris gasped. Not wishing to have him 
relax, she stuck out her tongue and quickly licked the opening all over 
before forcing her tongue inside with quick motions. 

Chris shuddered and summoned all his strength of will to keep from coming. 
He could see why his father liked to have two young girls work him over. No 
matter where he looked there was a luscious piece of young female anatomy 
waiting for his touch or his kiss. At this time, Polly was busy cradling his 
balls and sucking his dick, while her sister Robin was lower with her tongue 
laving his asshole. Both of the girls presented their nicely rounded asses 
to him-Polly's to the left, Robin's to the right. Idly, as he felt his dick 
swell inside Polly's eager mouth, he ran his hands over the shapely asses 
aimed at him. The flesh was firm and smooth and warm. He moved his palms 
over them and down the twin cracks splitting the center. He could see the 
holes between their legs with delightful clarity, hanging there surrounded 
by wispy strands of wet, matted pubic hair. Simultaneously, his fingers 
probed the damp forests and crooked upward into the holes where the hot 
flesh quivered and sucked at him, while both girls moaned and murmured into 
his genitals. 

He was going to come, he knew it. The combination of Polly's mouth 
frantically but expertly sucking his dick and Robin's tongue up his asshole 
were getting to him faster than he imagined possible "Wait!" he gasped. 
"Let's-let's do it the regular way." 

Once again Polly was the winner. In a swift maneuver that surprised even 
her, she released his peter and rolled over on her back beside her cousin, 
after which she proceeded to pull him over on top of her. Robin was hampered 
by her ungainly position, and by the time she'd lifted up her head and 
whirled around, Chris was already between her sister's legs, which had 
clamped tightly about him. 

"Hey," she pouted, "that's not fair." 

"I'll do Polly first," Chris grunted, plunging his dick into the hole, "then 
you." He gritted his teeth and thrust in and out of the girl's vagina with 
rhythmic strokes, trying desperately to keep from coming. He buried his face 
in her long straight black hair and felt her rub her stiff nipples against 
his naked chest, felt her bump and grind her groin to meet his thrusting 
dick. He could feel her getting more and more excited as he pumped into her. 
Her heart beat rapidly and her breathing became erratic. 

"Oh!" Polly moaned suddenly. "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" 

She opened her mouth wide and covered his lips with it as she pulled him 
close to her and spread her legs wide over his behind and flailed them 
vigorously in the throes of orgasm. 

One humped, another to go, Chris thought determinedly. It occurred to him 
too late that if he'd come with Polly, he might be able to convince Robin to 
wait until his dick got hard again. That would take up enough time for it to 
get dark outside and too late for cave exploring. He said, "Next," and 
rolled off one twin. 

Robin was ready for him, flat on her back on the big double bed, arms and 
legs spread eagerly to accept him and his body. As the weight of him crushed 
the breath from her, she scissored her legs at the small of his back while 
her hand guided his peter expertly up her hot, wet, and pulsing pussy. She 
squealed as he entered her fully, then she raked his back with her nails 
while she began a rocking motion under him. 

Chris shuddered and clutched her rounded, churning ass with both hands. He 
tried to hold back but he could hardly think. Her loins pounded relentlessly 
at him and he could do nothing but plunge in and out of her at a rapid rate 
and hope for the best. 

It was like a new experience for Robin. She hadn't particularly liked the 
taste of her cousin's asshole, but the mere idea of it was so sexy as to be 
very stimulating to her. Also, his maleness was new. The passion-contorted 
face hovering over her was an un-used-to sight, as was the feel of his thick 
peter throbbing into her hot pussy. She appreciated this and so did her own 
body, for it grew very hot and sweaty and she felt the first gushing of 
orgasm exploding inside her so furiously her entire body trembled and she 
heard hissing sounds slithering from her throat and past her lips as she 
came in a series of spasms that seemed to not stop but to go on forever. 

Chris grunted. Aware of the girl's orgasm, he knew there was little point in 
even trying to hold off. He didn't think he could have, anyway. He was 
already way past the point of not returning, and all it took was the thought 
to send him careening over the top. With a wild cry, he gripped Robin's ass 
in both his hands and began pumping swiftly into her until his dick grew 
even more swollen inside her and spasmed, spurting jets of semen deep inside 
his cousin's writhing body. 

He was hardly through with Robin before Polly leaped up off the bed and 
said, "Okay, let's go find that pirate treasure." 

Chris forced a laugh. "You've got a one-track mind." 

"Well, you did promise," Robin reminded him. 

"Yeah, I guess I did," Chris agreed reluctantly, "but-" He glanced out of 
the bedroom window, where the sun was settling quickly toward the horizon. 
"But it's going to be dark pretty soon." 

"All the more reason," Polly said, "that we get started right away." 

"That's right," her sister agreed, leaping from the bed to put on her 
bikini. 

"We really shouldn't," Chris said. "My father says it's dangerous." 

"Your father doesn't have to know, silly," Robin said. "He won't be back 
until tomorrow morning. Come on, before it gets dark. We can go into the 
cave just a little way." 

"Oh, what are we arguing about, anyway?" Polly said, obviously irritated. 
"If the little boy doesn't want to go, we'll just go ourselves." 

"But you can't do that," Chris objected. "You don't know where the caves 
are. You might get lost." 

"If we do," Robin smirked, "we'll blame it on you." 

"Yeah," Polly put in, "and we'll tell Nina what a fraidy-cat you were." 

Chris sighed. It seemed he didn't have much choice in the matter. Well, he'd 
take them into the caves a little ways and then come back. He wanted to be 
on their good sides, because later he wanted to sleep with them and have 
them play with his dick and suck on it again. Besides, he didn't want Nina 
to think he was afraid of a dumb cave or of going against his father's 
wishes. As for that last, well, the old man didn't have to know about it, 
did he? "Okay," he said. 

"Good," the twins squealed in unison. 

Chris dressed, got a three-cell flashlight from a drawer, and led the way. 
The sun still hovered like a red eye above the horizon as they made their 
way through the clearing then across a heavily vegetated area of banana 
trees and tall, stately palms. A large outcropping of rock loomed before 
them. At the base was a small opening that was like a dark inkblot on the 
white rock. 

"We'll have to crawl through there," Chris directed. "Once inside, we can 
stand up, though." He -edged ahead of them. "I'll go first, since I've got 
the light." He got down on his hands and knees and started to crawl through 
the opening. When only his legs and ass were visible, a giggling Robin bent 
down and began tickling his backside. "Hey," his muffled tones came to them, 
"cut that out." 

Polly, getting into the spirit of the thing, ran her hands between his legs, 
using the tips of her fingers to tickle his peter and balls. 

Finally, he squirmed through, and they could almost hear him gritting his 
teeth inside the cave. He said, "All right, come on in." 

"You first," Polly said. 

"All right," Robin said suspiciously, "but don't goose me." 

"I won't." 

Robin got on her hands and knees and crawled into the opening. It was inky 
black except for a few feet yonder where she could see the beam of Chris' 
flashlight. Then she yelped as Polly's fingers slashed between her legs, 
rubbing her pussy with vigorous strokes. "That was a dirty trick," Robin 
said, when her sister stuck her head in. 

"But it was fun, wasn't it?" Polly smirked. "You wouldn't have minded if it 
was Uncle Ben feeling you up." 

Robin blushed. To change the subject, she said, "That's not much of a light 
you've got there." 

"Yeah," Chris agreed. "I should've checked the batteries back at the 
hacienda." In the dim light, his face was worried. "I don't know how much 
longer the light will hold out, so we better not stay too long." 

"We can turn back when we find the pirate treasure," Polly said. 

"If we do," Robin amended. 

"We may have to try it again sometime," Chris said hopefully. 

They worked their way through the tunnel which got larger as they 
progressed, until they could stand upright. The tunnel sloped downward, then 
upward, and then they faced several branches which Chris shone his light 
into. The beam reached only a short ways in, however. 

"We'd better turn back," he decided. He flashed the light into Robin's face, 
then around. "Where's Polly?" 

"I'm in here," Polly's voice came at them, complete with echoes. 

"Well, get back here. We're going back home and have some more sexual fun 
and games." 

Polly, crouched low in one of the tunnels, couldn't suppress a giggle. "I 
can't find my way back, come and get me." 

"You know," Robin mused, "I've never been fucked in a cave before." She 
shivered. "It sounds so-so primitive. Like you're a caveman and I'm your 
mate." 

"Yeah," Chris said, annoyed. "Well, we're all gonna get ourselves lost in 
here with your stupid sister around." 

He elbowed past Robin and ran into one of the tunnels. Polly saw him coming 
and crouched even lower as he came in fast, flashing the dim light around 
the walls. Too late, she saw his anger at her was making him go too fast, 
and she shouted a warning. Too late, he stumbled over her and fell headlong. 
Instead of landing on the cave floor, he went on down, falling below the 
level they were at, the flashlight tumbling with him. They heard his 
bewildered and frustrated voice screaming loudly for an instant, followed by 
a dull sound of a body striking stone. Then there was silence. 

Robin moved through the darkness toward her. "What happened?" 

"There-there's a deep hole in the path," Polly said, trembling with fright. 
"I didn't know it was here. Chris fell into it." 

Cautiously the two girls peered over the edge of the hole. Thirty feet below 
them the weak beams of the flashlight ironically played over the face of 
their cousin Chris, whose eyes were closed. A thin trickle of blood eased 
from his mouth and from the wound darkening his blond hair. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

As he sat with his family on the shady side of the bullring, Dr. John 
Robinson was more interested in the reactions of the spectators than in the 
action taking place in the arena between man and bull. 

His daughter Nina's eyes were wide, glued to the scenes before her, but her 
hand unconsciously wandered between her Uncle Ben's legs to stroke the 
in-sides of the man's thighs and the bulge of his penis, while she herself 
wiggled on the rough stone seat, obviously very much excited sexually. Son 
Alec was briskly massaging his cousin Carol's naked thigh below the short 
skirt she wore, and both of them were plainly worked up. 

He was surprised to find that even he was not immune to the excitement. His 
penis stood up in stiff erection, and he couldn't resist fondling the thighs 
of his daughter Nina and his niece Carol who sat on either side of him. 

When the bullfight was over at six-thirty, they all felt emotionally and 
physically drained. 

"I could use a drink," Ben Hardy said, as they went with the crowds to the 
parking lot. 

"And some food," Rose put in. "I'm starved." 

Her brother sidled up to her and whispered, "I got me a stiff cock you can 
chew on, baby." 

"There was a nice-looking restaurant I noticed on the way in," John said. 
"We can stop there, if Ben says okay." 

"Sure, why not?" Ben said agreeably. "Then we'll go nightclubbing. They got 
some of the hottest shows in the local nightclubs I've ever seen." 

In the air-cooled restaurant, they ate Mexican food to the accompaniment of 
mariachis wandering from table to table for the tourists' benefit. 
Fifteen-year-old Alec felt in a very romantic mood. He held hands with Carol 
under the table as often as he allowed his hands to stray over her thighs 
and between her legs. She savored him with an affectionate smile which 
didn't reveal her real thoughts: I wonder what he'll be like? I hope he's as 
nice as his father. She'd become so used to screwing her own father and her 
brother that she'd thought it would be difficult adjusting to a new prick 
invading her pussy. But with Uncle John, there was no problem. She'd enjoyed 
the change immensely. She was sure that she'd love Alec's lovemaking, and 
the feel of his prick in her hands, her mouth, her pussy. 

When they'd finished eating, Ben Hardy took them on a nightclub tour of the 
town. For a small community, six nightclubs seemed quite a few, but Ben 
explained that most of them were open or only put on shows during weekends 
for the tourists who flocked down here to sample the wicked life. One thing 
was certain: the nightclubs tried to outdo each other in sexuality. 

On raised platforms, the girls-most of them dark-haired, dark-complected 
Mexicans aged in the neighborhood of fifteen or sixteen-walked out and 
around, displaying their nubile charms in a bikini or a shortie nightgown 
that left nothing to the imagination. To some brassy tune played by a 
three-piece band, they quickly stripped naked and continued the act totally 
nude. 

Few of them knew how to dance, but that didn't seem to matter. They got down 
on the floor, spread their legs, did a few bumps and grinds and other 
suggestive movements, and sometimes masturbated with their fingers or with 
dildos. More often than not, they'd come right up to the ringside tables and 
stand with their legs slightly apart, their crotches available for any eager 
male tongues to explore. 

Ben was only too happy to get into the act. He gripped the girl's hips and 
nuzzled her pubic hair with his nose while his tongue extended and licked 
the area directly between her legs. "Mmmm, honey," he murmured, "you've got 
a taco-flavored snatch." 

The girl smiled and moved on. 

Another girl who looked about fourteen came and bent over the table, 
offering John her breasts. Tentatively, he reached up and fondled the firm 
flesh, whose nipples already were stiffened. 

Ben Hardy gulped his beer and laughed. "Go ahead, John, suck the cute little 
titties." 

John did. He rose slightly and took one of the nipples in his mouth and 
nibbled at it. The girl smiled and moaned. When he'd retreated, she poked 
her hairy young crotch in his direction. 

"Go ahead, dear," his wife Rose nudged him, "don't hurt her feelings by 
refusing." 

John had the notion that none of these girls could have their feelings hurt 
by rejection, but he didn't mind tasting another girl's genitals. Emulating 
Ben's maneuver, he took hold of the girl's naked buttocks and pulled her 
crotch into his face. Her pubic area was heavily scented with perfume, but 
underneath it he could detect the musky natural odor of her vagina which 
stimulated him even more. He licked her vaginal lips for a moment before 
releasing her. 

"Oh, dear," Rose said, "I do hope the twins are all right." 

Ben glanced at his wristwatch. "It's one o'clock. Don't worry, they're 
probably all in bed by now." 

He chuckled to himself. In fact, they probably hit the sack as soon as we 
left and have been fucking up a storm ever since! 

Remembering how wonderful it had been with the twins' naked bodies crawling 
over him, with their mouths sucking his cock and their cute little tits and 
snatches rubbing against him, he shuddered and felt his cock give a little 
lurch of anticipation. He wet his lips and looked at the three girls at the 
table with him. Carol was going to be fucking Alec, he was sure of that. 
Which left Nina and Rose. He wouldn't mind sticking his cock up either of 
them-or both. Well, John probably wouldn't want to fuck his own wife in some 
motel room. 

So it would be sister Rose, Ben thought-and smiled. He didn't mind a bit. 

Nina watched the way her Uncle Ben looked at her mother and came to the 
realization that she wasn't going to be the one to fuck him that night. 
She'd been hoping to do so, so she could tell Chris exactly what happened 
when she returned to the island. She'd love to see his face when she 
described how nice and big and thick his father's cock was, and how she 
loved to roll it around in her hands and kiss the end of it and lick it all 
over and then open her mouth and swallow it, after which she'd let him ram 
it into her hot, juicy cunt as fast and furiously as he could. She didn't 
particularly want Alec, which was just as well, because he and Carol seemed 
very much interested in each other. Which left- 

"Daddy," she said with a smile, as she felt his hand moving along her thigh 
under the table, gently squeezing. 

He returned her smile and leaned forward to nibble at her ear. "Will you 
sleep with me tonight, baby?" he asked her. 

"I'd love to," she whispered back, meaning it. 

It was only a few days, but it seemed like a long time since her own father 
had fucked her. He didn't have Uncle Ben's caveman tactics, but he was 
gentle and understanding. She loved the way he inserted his cock up her 
cunt, the way his lips teased her nipples and her clit. She smiled as she 
thought that not only her heart, but her cunt, belonged to Daddy. 

"It's getting late," Ben Hardy said. "I'm pooped. What say we go to a motel 
in town and have a good night's rest so we can get an early start back to 
the island?" 

The truth was, of course, that he had a stiff cock that he was dying to ram 
up sister Rose's delightful snatch. 

"A good idea," Dr. John Robinson agreed. In the car on the way to the motel, 
he said, "I'd like to have a get-together with my daughter here, so we'll 
stay together tonight in one room. You four can pair off any way you like." 

It was no surprise to anyone that while John and Nina went into one motel 
room, Ben and Rose took another, and Alec and Carol took a third. 

The motel door had hardly slammed shut when Alec grabbed Carol and pulled 
her close to him. He kissed her warmly on the lips and ran his hands over 
her rounded butt. "At last," he muttered hoarsely. "You know, I've had a 
stiff pecker for days just thinking about you." 

Carol smiled, pleased. "I'm glad, Alec. I've wanted you, too." She reached 
down and rubbed the bulge in his pants. "I've wanted to feel this prick up 
my pussy ever since I first saw you. I was afraid-" she hesitated, then 
rushed on, "I was afraid you wouldn't like me because my breasts aren't as 
big as Nina's." 

"Don't be silly, I love your boobies," he told her. "I love everything about 
you." 

His hands moved up under her skirt from in back, rubbing the rounded butt 
until he got to her flimsy panties. He snaked a finger under the rim and 
crept into the matted moist pubic hair and beyond that into her hot, wet 
snatch. 

He forced her mouth open and shoved his tongue deep inside, matching the in 
and out rhythms of his finger which made sucking sounds as it delved between 
her legs. 

She spread her legs so his finger would have more room to work at her. She 
felt all warm and gushy inside. She said, "Alec-let's-screw!" 

He nodded eagerly. Together they backed to the big double bed which 
dominated the motel room and fell onto it, his finger still moving 
relentlessly into her snatch, rubbing the clit which stood up straining to 
meet each thrust against it. 

Carol felt familiar urges whirl her mind. She felt hot and sweaty all over, 
but especially so between her legs. Her nipples rose stiffly and her breasts 
ached for the touch of his hands on them. She helped him unbutton her blouse 
and shove aside the flimsy bra that contained the mounds of woman-flesh on 
her chest. As he bent to suck the nipples, she unzipped his fly and boldly 
reached into the opening to gather up his throbbing prick in her slim hand 
and gently squeeze its pulsating length. 

"Your prick feels good, Alec," she husked. 

"It does with your hand on it, Carol," he said. "Do you-do you really like 
my breasts?" 

"Mmmmmm," he answered, licking the nipples avidly. 

"You're not-disappointed, are you?" 

"I love them. They're beautiful," he said sincerely. "I hope you like my 
pecker." 

"I do, I do," she assured him, rubbing her hand more frantically along the 
naked shaft. 

"I was afraid you'd be disappointed in me," he confessed, "after having 
screwed my father. He's really the sex expert in the family." 

She smiled shyly. "Maybe you could teach him a few things. But first, teach 
me. I want you to do everything to me, Alec. Everything. Kiss my nipples. 
Suck my pussy. Stick your big beautiful prick into my mouth. We're going to 
have a wonderful time, both of us-and to hell with everybody else in the 
world." 

"Suits me," he agreed. 

She unbuckled his trousers and pushed down his jockey shorts so his balls 
were visible and ready for her touch. A man's prick was always a wondrous 
thing to Carol, and it amazed her how it could get so big and stiff in so 
short a time from something tiny and limp. She held her cousin's prick in 
her hands and gently stroked it, delighting in the way the flesh throbbed 
and lurched against her fingers. She ran a hand up and down the side of it 
and brushed the palm of the other hand along his balls, cupping them, 
cradling them and gently squeezing them in a way certain to excite the boy. 

Both Chris and her father had always excited her very much. Then Uncle John 
had come along with his new and unfamiliar male body to give her new 
thrills. His son Alec was now presenting her with additional ones. There 
were little differences she began to notice in the physical aspect itself, 
variations in the length, width, skin texture, and so forth of the pricks, 
and also the reactions to her touch. She loved very much these two new men 
who had come into her sexual life. They would never replace her father or 
her brother, of course, but they would augment the wonderful family 
relationships she had. 

At that moment she loved Alec and his excited male body more than anything. 
She wanted truly to do everything sexually possible with him and with his 
wonderful stiff prick sticking up against her. She wanted to touch and 
fondle it, to run her hands hotly all over it. She wanted him to put it in 
her pussy and shoot his hot come all over her. She wanted to put his 
dripping flesh in her mouth, to run her tongue all over it, to kiss him and 
run her tongue on his balls, to lick away all the wetness that had collected 
there. 

Her mind was a flurry of thought as her body grew hot with the emotion 
flooding her. She helped him remove her blouse and her bra. She hooked her 
fingers into her skirt and panties and worked them down over her hips until 
she was completely naked. It took only an additional moment to ease him from 
his clothes. 

Alec's own mind and body seemed to be on fire. Eagerly he pressed close to 
Carol's slim writhing body, pushing one hand between her legs, the other on 
her breasts. The touch of her slim hand on his pecker made the blood rush 
through his veins in fiery torrents. He bent and kissed her nipples with 
increasing passion. 

"That's it, Alec," she moaned, squirming deliriously, "kiss them for me, 
kiss my breasts. Oh, that feels wonderful." Almost desperately, she thrust 
her body downward against his finger moving steadily into her pussy, 
squishing into the moist, heated caverns of female flesh, rubbing the hood 
of her clit back and forth with each stroke. She pulled his stiff prick 
harder. 

She shuddered and twisted as an orgasm wracked her body. Perspiration 
sheened her from head to toe, and her eyes were glazed with passion. She wet 
her lips and said, "Let me suck your prick." 

Alec was willing. He removed his fingers from her snatch and watched as her 
mouth sucked his nipples for a moment before moving down his chest, across 
his stomach, along his belly, toward the inevitable target of his trembling 
pecker. She held it firmly in both hands, and he tensed as he felt her hot 
breath warming the tip of it. When her tongue reached out and teased the end 
of it, he gasped, lurched, and thought he was going to come then and there. 
With a mighty effort of will, he restrained himself. 

Carol smiled. It pleased her to be able to get a reaction from a man by 
touching the tip of his prick with her tongue. She did it some more, 
twirling the tip of her wet tongue all across the top of his flesh. Alec 
gasped and raised his hips in an effort to force his prick into her mouth. 
Carol opened her mouth and took the top of his prick between her lips, 
closed them around the ridge and made sucking motions which caused the boy 
to thrash around on the bed under her. 

He sucked in air. "I can't take much more of that. Come on, let's screw. I 
want my pecker in your snatch when I come." 

She crawled up beside him, lay on her back, spread her legs, and let him 
crawl in between her thighs. With one hand he spread the lips of her 
genitals, pressed his pecker up against the opening, and eased it in. She 
sighed as the full length of it slid quickly into her. 

Alec moaned as her snatch gripped him tightly. "Oh, baby," he said, "you 
feel great." 

"Mmmm, you, too," she said. 

She scissored her slim legs around his back and raised her pelvis, rotating 
her hips and grinding her hot loins against him. 

Alec plunged his tongue deep in her mouth and wiggled it around. With his 
hands he worked her boobies, palming the stiff nipples with circular 
motions. He moved his pecker in and out of her slowly at first, dragging the 
stiff flesh almost out of her tight snatch, then swiftly plunging it back in 
all the way. He tried to control himself, but he wasn't able to. Carol's 
body excited him very much, and having her suck his pecker first had worked 
up his sexual juices to such an extent he was ready to come. His thrusts 
into her became more frantic. 

Her eyes widened suddenly. "No, not yet, Alec. Wait for me." 

He gritted his teeth. "I-can't!" 

She moved her hips up to meet him as he stiffened his body against her and 
the beginning spasm shook them both. His fingers tightened on her breasts 
and he moaned and shot bursts of hot semen deep into her vagina. 

Then he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "I-I'm sorry," he 
managed. "You had me so worked up-" 

She kissed him. "That's okay." 

"No, it isn't. You didn't come, did you?" 

She thought of lying. Instead, she said, "No, I didn't. Maybe we can try 
again later." 

"You're damn well right we can try again later," Alec said determinedly. 
"But right now I want to try something else." He kissed her warmly, 
passionately on the lips, then moved down, letting his pecker slide from her 
snatch while he kissed, licked, and nibbled at her nipples. Her sighs and 
smiles told him she liked him to do that, to pay homage to her slim breasts, 
which were very sensitive. He moved his lips down over her stomach, kissing 
a wet trail down over her thigh, working his body between her legs. 

He knew she was still built up, emotionally and physically, so his hands and 
fingers kept on probing between her legs, rubbing the snatch, fingering the 
clit, keeping her excitement at a high level. He saw she'd thrown back her 
head and rolled it back and forth on the motel pillow, closing her eyes and 
moaning softly. She reached down and held his head and tried to move it 
between her legs. 

Alec smiled and teased her, licking all around her snatch but not quite 
making it there. His wet tongue slithered all over her heaving, sweaty 
thighs, crossing to the point where her light blonde pubic hair, very soft 
and cuddly against his nose, sprouted. His nostrils filled with the sweet 
perfume of her snatch, making his head spin. It was he who couldn't resist 
any longer. 

She nearly shrieked as his lips planted a juicy kiss directly on her hot, 
moist pussy. Her legs lifted eagerly to give him more room as he spread her 
pussylips with his fingers and then extended his tongue and licked the 
opening, starting at the base and working his way up along the inner folds 
in one smooth stroke, ending at the clit, which he managed to suck between 
his lips for a moment. 

Carol could hardly think straight. Her body was on fire and the blood was 
pounding at her temples. Her slim form thrashed about on the bed and Alec 
had to grip her butt with both hands to keep her steady so he could continue 
kissing her between the legs. 

"Don't stop," she begged him. "Don't stop, Alec. I'm almost there." 

Alec wasn't about to stop. He sucked her snatch, he blew into it, his tongue 
worked in and out, his lips kissed, his teeth nibbled with gentle but firm 
bites. 

In a moment she was delirious with passion. Her long blonde hair flailed the 
pillow. Her hips ground out a frantic rhythm as she thrust her hot crotch 
into his eager and willing mouth. She put the palms of her hands over her 
breasts and squeezed the flesh until it ached with delicious pain. She 
clamped her legs around Alec's neck and held on. "I-I'm coming," she gasped. 
"I can feel it-way down deep inside me. Suck my pussy, Alec. Suck it for me. 
Suck it, suck it, suck it!" 

Alec increased his tongue thrusts into her, not pausing for breath. His 
father had taught him the importance of making sure the woman was satisfied. 
Besides, he knew it was good for his own masculine ego. His father had 
evidently satisfied Carol, so must the son. 

Suddenly she moaned, "Oooooooooh!" lifted her butt completely off the bed, 
trembled, and rapidly bumped her crotch rhythmically against his face as she 
came with an orgasm so intense the bed shook under them. When it was over 
she collapsed in a sweat, breathing hard, happily content. Impulsively, she 
pulled her cousin to her and kissed him on the mouth. "I love you, Alec," 
she said. 

He smiled. "I love you too, Carol," he told her. 

Her own words disturbed her, for she remembered she had said the same thing 
to her brother Chris. Well, hell, it was true, she loved them both, and 
she'd continue to screw both of them for as long as she could. 

"Too bad Chris didn't come along," Alec mused. "He could've had the twins 
sleeping with him." 

Carol laughed. "If I know my brother, he's already had the twins by this 
time. And I'll bet they're not going to be doing much sleeping tonight 
either." She was pleased to note she was not the least bit jealous of that 
fact. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

"I am not jealous," Nina insisted, failing to keep the annoyance from her 
voice. 

"Then stop acting like it," her father advised calmly. 

"Daddy, did you bring me into this motel room to lecture me or to fuck me?" 
the young girl wanted to know. 

"Both, baby." Dr. John Robinson, naked, sat on the double bed beside his 
daughter, who was also quite naked. He put his arms around her and kissed 
her warmly on the lips. "You know I enjoy very much being your lover, Nina, 
but I'm also your father. You've been behaving badly toward poor Chris." 

Nina opened her mouth to protest, then she sighed. "You're right," she 
admitted. Automatically, she dropped her hand into his lap and massaged his 
limp cock. "I suppose even I knew it. I shouldn't be jealous of my own 
mother, should I? Except I was hoping to have Chris all to myself, and the 
disappointment was just too much." 

"I understand how you feel, baby." John reached for his daughter's large 
breasts and massaged them. "But you made up for it with your Uncle Ben," he 
reminded. 

Nina laughed, remembering, and ran her hand over the length of her father's 
cock and under and along his balls. "I did, didn't I? Uncle Ben is quite a 
caveman," she remarked. 

"So I gathered from all the commotion next door," her father said wryly. 

Through the thin walls came Rose Hardy Robinson's voice: "Ben, not so 
rough." 

And Ben Hardy's voice, hoarse with passion: "I can't help it, honey, you 
really turn me on. Come on, suck big brother's cock while he plays with your 
lovely snatch." 

John Robinson sighed. "I suppose some girls go in for rough treatment," he 
said. "Me, I'm the gentle type." 

He ran his palm between her legs, which she opened wider to accommodate him, 
brushing the luxurious growth of wiry black pubic hair around her genitals. 
He brushed his knuckles against her vaginal lips for a moment before easing 
his middle finger up along the inside of the lips to touch the tip of her 
clitoris. 

"Mmmm," Nina murmured, giving his cock a playful squeeze, "I like the 
gentle, understanding type, daddy dear." 

"I'm glad, because you're stuck with him for tonight, baby," he said. 
"Tomorrow, you can have Chris fourteen times-but tonight you're mine." 

"I like being yours," she said. 

She twisted around and sat on his lap, facing him, pressing her full breasts 
against his naked chest, rubbing her open crotch against his stiffening 
cock. 

"We haven't tried this position in a long time," he said. "I like it, baby." 

She cut off his words with her lips, kissing him with her mouth slightly 
open, so she could place her tongue between his lips and run it back and 
forth just short of his teeth. She felt his hands grip her ass and move her 
in closer so his cock could make more intimate contact with her cunt. She 
began shifting back and forth to stimulate him. 

"Oh, Nina baby," he said, trying to catch his breath, "you're going to be-" 
He paused, looking thoughtful. "What's that terrible word you always use?" 

"Fucked!" she told him. "Fucked! Fucked! Fucked!" 

"That's the one," he said. He reached down between them, easing his hand 
over his own stiff penis to once again rub the hot, damp opening between her 
legs. He carefully parted the hair, moved the lips of her vagina into a 
spread position. With his other hand he pressed the tip of his stiff penis 
against the hole. When the girl shifted her position, his shaft sank deep 
into her. 

They groaned in delightful unison, and he applied his lips to her nipples 
and felt them grow stiff in his mouth as he kissed and sucked them, 
alternately. At the same time, Nina lifted her body and then descended in 
rhythmic fashion, making sucking noises as her slick cunt opened and closed 
over her father's upright cock. 

"Wow!" came an explosion from next door, "you've got the hottest snatch in 
the world, Rose honey." 

John smiled. "It's nice to be appreciated," he told his daughter. 

Nina put her arms around his neck. "And nobody appreciates you like I do, 
Daddy," she said, kissing him, not missing a stroke of her pussy on his 
cock. "I wish I'd sucked on you for a while." 

"We've got all night, baby," he said. "Let's just take our time, nice and 
easy." 

Nina nodded and continued moving her crotch up and down over him while her 
father squeezed her ass and felt her breasts and lifted himself upwards each 
time her body descended onto his lap, enclosing his cock completely, burying 
it within her cunt as far as it would go. 

From the next room came sounds of bedsprings protesting, of squeals of 
feminine delight, grunts of a male in heat. John and Nina ignored the 
sounds, and soon they were so caught up in their own passion the world could 
have tumbled down around them without them hearing it. 

John closed his eyes and held onto his daughter's firm, bouncing buttocks, 
exulting in the feel of her full breasts massaging his chest with the 
nipples raking his skin and making it tingle. He forced his penis up into 
her vagina. 

"That's it, Daddy," Nina squealed, "fuck me. Fuck me good." Her pretty face 
was red with the sexual excitement coursing through her young body. Her eyes 
were glazed. Her mouth opened, sucking in air. She groaned and raked his 
back with her fingernails, increasing the speed of her up and down movements 
so he had to hang onto her gyrating ass for control to prevent his cock from 
slipping out of her frantic cunt. 

Nina had never had any trouble coming with her father, and now was not going 
to be an exception. She muttered, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," over and over again 
while she mashed her lips against his mouth and rammed her cunt into his 
groin, trying to force him to come at the same time. 

It worked. She felt her body tremble with passion. Her body jerked 
spasmodically, and his followed an instant later. She felt his cock swell up 
inside her cunt and explode in an outburst of liquid that splashed inside 
her and made her gasp and squeal against his open mouth. 

A moment later they collapsed onto the bed and lay side by side, fondling 
each other's body, kissing away the sweat and the sexual fluids that clung 
to their genitals. 

"Daddy," Nina Robinson announced, "you are the greatest." 

"I think," her father said gallantly, "that it has to be declared a tie 
between us." 

A male voice from next door filtered through the walls as Ben Hardy said, 
"Come on, Rose, let me shove my cock up your ass." 

In their motel room, Rose Hardy took her brother's prick from her mouth and 
got up from her knees. She said, "Any way that pleases you, Ben." 

"I like it any way with you, honey," he told her, "and every way. I'm just 
afraid you'll be leaving me again before I have enough of you." 

Briskly she rubbed his prick and his balls with both hands. "And how soon 
will you be having enough of me?" 

His big hands mauled her tits and her snatch. "Never. I wish you could stay 
here forever." 

"Maybe you can come up to the states sometime for a visit," she suggested. 

"Yeah," he said, "maybe I can." 

"You want me to bend over?" she asked. 

He shook his head. "No, get on the bed on your back and spread your legs." 

She nodded and did as she was told. She watched as he lay with his own back 
on the bed, his crotch facing her crotch. His big prick was standing up 
stiff and throbbing throughout its veined length as he inched his way toward 
her. 

"Okay," he directed, "open up your ass for me, honey." 

She gripped her cheeks and spread them, watching in awe as he reached down 
in front of him and poked the knobby brown tip of his prick against her 
asshole. After a while he managed to get the end of it in, and he leaned 
back and forced his crotch against her. She winced as his prick entered her 
ass. 

"You okay?" he asked her, pausing. 

She nodded. "Fine, except I'm a little tight. We should've used some 
Vaseline, I guess." 

He chuckled. "I remember an old army expression: Keep a tight asshole. I 
wonder if this is what they meant." He added, "You want me to get some 
Vaseline for you, honey?" 

"No, it'll be all right, Ben." 

"Good," he said and shoved his cock in all the way. 

Ben Hardy leaned back on his elbows and watched. He liked all ways of 
fucking, but this was one he especially enjoyed with his sister Rose. Her 
full body was spread out before him and he loved to watch her bobbling tits 
as he worked his cock in and out of her tight asshole. He could also see her 
snatch open wide just above the point where his cock was buried inside her, 
and the sight of that helped turn him on all the more. 

Rose Hardy leaned back and through passion-slitted eyes watched the big 
hairy body of her brother move in against her, then retreat, shoving his 
prick in and out of her asshole with each forceful movement. It was not one 
of her favorite positions, but she enjoyed it once in a while, especially 
with Ben. It was so like him-so forceful and cave-mannish. She remembered 
they'd done this often when they were adolescents, and she recalled also 
what else he liked her to do while he watched. She didn't mind, because she 
liked that part, too. 

She massaged her breasts with both hands until they rose stiffly into 
erection. Then she lifted one breast and by bending her head was able to 
lick the nipple and take it between her lips and suck it. At that point, her 
other hand dropped down to her cunt, where she stuck a finger inside the 
folds of warm flesh to manipulate her clit with furious strokes. She 
realized her brother wasn't going to wait for her, so she had to hurry. 

Ben moaned, "Oh honey, you've got a real sweet asshole." Then he grunted, 
rammed his cock deep into her ass, and held it there while he spurted until 
his cock was drained dry. 

Rose rubbed her clit furiously until she felt orgasm fill her body. She 
trembled from head to toe and then came in a series of spasmodic bursts that 
left her exhausted. 

"Boy," her brother exclaimed, pulling out, "you take a lot out of a guy. I'm 
going to take a little nap." He crawled up onto the bed beside her, closed 
his eyes, and fell asleep. 

Rose stared at him for a moment, then grinned and shook her head. She bent 
over him and kissed his sticky prick affectionately for a few seconds, then 
placed her cheek against it, closed her eyes and rested. 

Tomorrow would be another day. Another day of fucking and generally having 
good clean wholesome sexual family fun. It was turning out to be the most 
wonderful vacation any of them had ever had. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

The next morning when the group returned to the island, the wonderful 
vacation turned into a nightmare. Chris Hardy and the twins were nowhere to 
be found. 

"I hope they didn't go into the caves," Rose said in a near panic. 

"I have a feeling they did," Ben Hardy said grimly, adding, "and disobeyed 
my orders." He didn't bother to tell her he'd forgotten to give the orders 
before they left. 

"Do you have some flashlights?" John Robinson asked determinedly. "We're 
going in after them." 

Ben nodded and went to get them. After rummaging around, he came up with 
three three-cell flashlights-one for himself, one for John, and one for 
Alec. Rose, Nina, and Carol wanted to go along, but the men persuaded them 
to remain at the hacienda. 

Ben gritted his teeth and led the way across the island to the cave 
entrance. II anything happens to those cute little pieces of ass, he thought 
grimly, I'll never forgive myself-or Chris either. He wondered if his sister 
Rose would forgive him if anything happened. The thought of her being angry 
with him, of not sucking his cock anymore or letting him fuck her, was too 
much to bear. 

They found the cave entrance without difficulty, and Ben crawled in on his 
hands and knees, with the other two men close at his heels. He played his 
flashlight through the darkness ahead of him, crawling along until he could 
stand upright. 

"Robin! Polly!" Dr. John Robinson called. "Chris!" 

They waited for the echoes to die down, then waited silently. 

"I hear somebody crying," Alec said. 

"Me, too," his father said elated. "It must be the twins. But which way?" 

They hurried on. Ahead of them the cave branched off into several tunnels. 

"Each of us take a tunnel," Ben said. "With three of us, nobody'll get 
lost." 

Silently, they agreed. Ben went down one tunnel, flashing his light about 
the floor and the walls. He'd gone to one corner of a large niche cut from 
erosion into the tunnel wall. There, blinded by the glare of his flashlight, 
the twins huddled, wide-eyed and scared, trembling with a fear that made 
them unable to speak. 

Ben opened his mouth to call to-the others, but he was afraid the loud noise 
of his voice would only further terrify the young girls. He went to them and 
cuddled them in his arms, speaking soothingly to them. "It's all right now, 
girls," he said quietly, kissing them, fondling their breasts and legs. 
"You're safe now." 

He heard John's voice echoing through the tunnels-an agonized, surprised cry 
of frustration and outrage that was more sound than words. 

Alec's frantic voice followed with: "Dad! What is it? I'm coming." Then 
another voice crying out in the darkness. 

The twins looked up at their Uncle Ben, terror renewed in their eyes. He 
shook his head. "You stay here," he ordered. "I'll be right back." 

Carefully, he made his way back along the tunnel until he came to the fork. 
He cautiously crept down the branch he remembered John Robinson had taken, 
keeping his flashlight beam on the floor-until he spotted the hole. Peering 
over the edge, he saw three bodies crumpled at the bottom. They were lying 
very, very still. One of the flashlights still flared light through its 
broken lens, and in the light blood was visible on the heads and faces of 
Chris, John and Alec. Ben Hardy turned away and felt very sick. 

"There's no point in you going home now," Ben told his sister. "Why don't 
you stay here, Rose-for as long as you'd like." 

Rose Hardy Robinson smiled weakly. "Thanks, Ben. I'd like that. You're the 
only family I've got now, except for the girls." 

He hugged and kissed her. "That's right. We've got to stick together now, 
you and me-and all the girls." 

Ben had wanted to, but it just didn't seem right for a man to go fucking his 
brother-in-law's widow so soon after the tragedy. He'd had to make do with 
his daughter, Carol. But now with Rose's voluptuous body so close to him, 
familiar urges welled inside Ben Hardy's male body. He felt his cock lurch 
in anticipation, and his fingers itched to touch his sister's snatch, ass, 
and big tits. 

In a way, it was kind of funny. He'd wished the girls could stay with him, 
and now they'd be doing just that. He'd have himself a regular harem right 
there in the big happy family-with his sister Rose, his daughter Carol, his 
nieces Nina and the twins Robin and Polly. 

All the girls appeared then, looking to the only male on the island to whom 
they could turn to comfort. He was ready, willing, and able to give them as 
much as they wanted-one at a time or in groups. He couldn't help but let his 
eyes, roam over all the female flesh available to him now-over the full 
breasts, the slim legs, the rich lips that could suck, the tight snatches 
capable of giving him more pleasure than he'd ever known. 

"Don't none of you worry," he said, trying to hug and kiss all of them at 
once, "your Uncle Ben will take care of you." His eyes narrowed and a smile 
covered his homely face. "All of you." 


THE END
