A Boring Family Pool Party

Literotic asexstories – A Boring Family Pool Party by The_FOY,The_FOY (A bit more “lore” in my universe where an illegal fountain of youth drug is available to the public. All characters are and remain over eighteen years of age)

I was home from college for the summer. Being my first week back, I planned to go out and reacquaint myself with the nightlife of my hometown. Mom, unfortunately, had other plans in the form of hosting a week-long family get-together. Being the reliable son that I am, I was expected to help her with the hosting duties. Our guests were Grandma Ruth, Aunt Agatha, Aunt Rani, and her daughter Rian.

Though I was happy to see all of them, I really was looking forward to seeing Rian again. She and I were what you might call “kissing cousins.” And by “kissing,” I mean bouncing up and down on my lap at a drive-in movie. Unfortunately, probably considering that our house would be packed, the opportunities for us to sneak off somewhere and have some fun without getting caught would be zero.

Or so I thought.

Everyone arrived early Friday afternoon. By the evening, we had ordered a pizza and had a pool party. That is, if you could call it a party. It was only slightly more lively than a funeral. The only real upside was sneaking peeks at Rian’s cute little ass in her bikini.

Mind-numbing 90s pop-country music from a Bluetooth speaker provided a mediocre ambiance. Despite being at the pool, only Rian and I actually did any swimming. We tried to get the others to join us; swimming by yourself isn’t a lot of fun, but they were content just to sun themselves in the deck chairs or sit under the circular table beneath the parasol. Eventually, even Ri abandoned me to sit with the others, and I followed soon after.

“So,” Rian said, standing up suddenly during a lull in the conversation. “Who wants margaritas?”

“Are you still bartending on the weekends in that bar near campus?” my mom asked Ri.

“Oh, off and on. I have a lot of irons in the fire. So… is that a yes on the drinks?”

“Okay. Just make sure to go easy on the tequila,” Aunt Rani told her daughter. “Some of us aren’t as young as we used to be.”

Rian pointed at me. “Yo, David. I need your college boy muscles to help me deliver the drinks.”

I shrugged, “Sure.” When she got up, I followed after, catching another gaze of her little butt.

Once in the kitchen, Rian groaned and slumped against the porcelain countertop of the island.

“Oh my god, this is soooo boring,” Rian said, putting her face in her hands.

“It’s… not that bad. It’s nice to catch up.”

Her brows knit together.

I put my hands up. “Okay, yep. That was a complete lie. It’s pretty bad.”

“Hold on.” Rian stepped out of the kitchen and returned a moment later with her duffel bag. “So… what would you say if I had something that could make this party a little more interesting.”

“Knowing you?” I crossed my arms. “I’d be a little concerned.”

“Asshole. But I’m serious.” Rian unzipped the bag and pulled out an unlabeled pill bottle. She unscrewed the cap and shook a few pink pills out onto the countertop.

Leaning in to get a better look, I saw that each round pill had twelve small ridges placed equidistant from one another and another two longer ridges in the center, giving it the appearance of a clock.

It all clicked; I knew exactly what they were. An illegal street drug called Renew, or more commonly Nus. When taken, it will temporarily make a person younger not only in body but in mind as well. It won’t wipe out a person’s memories of being older, but it does come with a definite attitude adjustment, which is one of the reasons they are very illegal.

I pushed myself off the table so hard that I nearly tripped backward.

“Jezus, Ri. Nus? Are you fucking serious? Don’t you know how illegal these are? Where did you even get these.”

Rian crossed her arms. “Okay, seriously? Coming from the guy who sold me pot all the way through high school?”

“That’s… okay, that’s a fair point. But that doesn’t answer my other question. Where did you even get these?”

Rian gestured to herself. “Um, hello. Biochem Major, remember?”

“Wait, so you mean you made these?”

Rian nodded. “Yeah. I sell them. Have to pay for tuition somehow.”

“Fuck me. My cousin is Walter fucking White. Okay, sure. Fine. So how exactly do you plan on using these to liven up this party?”

A sly, devious smile stretched over Rian’s face. She gestured with her chin at the window where both our mothers, aunt, and grandmother sat by the pool.

“What? No… no way! You aren’t serious, right?”

“Totally serious. This party would be a lot more fun with people our own age, yeah?”

“I… guess. But okay. So you dose them and bring them down to our age. That’s fine for now. I guess they might even enjoy it. But when it wears off, and they remember what we did, we would be in so much trouble.”

“I already thought of that. Biochem Major, remember? I’ve tweaked the recipe.”

“Tweaked it how?” I asked, though I don’t know if I was ready to hear the answer.

“Well, it already does the personality changes, right? I just made that a little stronger. When it wears off, anything that happens while they are on it will be filed away as a mostly forgotten memory and will be rolled into some event that happened earlier in their lives when they were originally at whatever ages we set them at. That’s what my tests show, anyway. I call this new drug Nus-X.”

“Okay, well, that’s a stupid name. But you tested it. I’ll be honest, Ri I still don’t think…”

That’s when Rian hooked her thumbs under the straps to her top and pulled her black bikini top up, and revealed her perfect little tits. They were B-cups, barely, with cute little dime-sized nipples.

“Got your attention? Good. I know that you wanted to get your hands on these this weekend. Unfortunately, you aren’t going to get a chance with the aunt brigade in every corner of this house. With my idea, they will probably be slightly more… relaxed on things like that.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. Were I thinking properly, I might have said no. Unfortunately, my blood started to flow to the wrong head. “Okay. So they won’t remember?”

“Nope.”

“Y-yeah, fine. Let’s do this!”

Rian pumped her fist in the air. “Yes! Okay. First off. I need to use your weird brain. I know you know how old everyone is. I’d like to keep this an eighteen-plus party, so I must get the doses right.”

I have an eidetic memory. Of course, being a student in the medical field, she knows what that is. But she likes to make fun of me for it whenever she can.

“Yeah. Okay. Well, your mom is forty-two.”

“I already know how old my mom is, genius.”

“Fine. My mom is forty-four.”

“Okay.”

“And Aunt Agatha is thirty-eight.”

Rian had pulled a piece of paper and pen out of her bag and was already scribbling down a bunch of math involving ages and milligrams that made no sense to me as a computer tech major.

“And Grandma Ruth?” she asked.

“Wait, what? You’re going to dose grandma?”

To make her point, she pulled up the left side of her top to reveal a tit.

“Sixty-two. She’s sixty-two,” I answered.

With all of the numbers written down and her formulas figured out, she pulled an honest-to-god mortar and pestle from her backpack and went to work on crunching up four sets of pills. From the amount that went into each dose, I had a fairly good idea of which dose went to which of my relatives.

“So, how much are you giving them? I mean, how young are they going to get.”

With a devious smile, Rian shrugged. “You’ll have to wait and see. The surprise is part of the fun.”

After that, Rian started blending up the actual margaritas and poured them out into six glasses. Into four of them, she poured the ground-up pills and mixed them in. With each one, she said the name of the person it goes to.

“I know you won’t forget because you have that weird brain. But it’s important that the right glass gets to the right person to get the doses right, understand?”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s just get this over with before I change my mind.” I loaded the drinks up onto a serving platter and lifted it up on my palm.

When we walked outside, the ladies cheered when they saw the drinks.

“Is everything okay? You were in there a while,” Mom asked.

Rian pointed at me. “Yeah, klutz dropped the first batch. Had to make a new set.

I handed out each glass, making sure to get the right glass to each person. When I handed mom’s glass to her, I hesitated and didn’t let go.

“Uh, honey? Can I have my drink, please?” Mom asked.

“Huh? What? Oh, sorry! My mind was elsewhere,” With a bit of internal turmoil, I relinquished the glass.

“Cheers!” Aunt Agatha said, holding up her glass. We all held up our own and clinked them together. Then, in unison, we all took our first drinks. Inwardly, I flinched as Mom took down a large gulp.

“Whoo,” Aunt Rani said and flinched. “I told you to go easy on the tequila, Rian,” she scolded her daughter. Though I watched, and Rian did put less than half of the normal standard amount of tequila, probably to make it go down as smooth as possible to make sure that everyone finished their drinks. In my own drink, I could barely taste the alcohol. Of course, my margarita wasn’t one of the ones without the “special surprise.”

Mom and Aunt Agatha also screwed up their faces at their first drinks. The only one who didn’t was Grandma, who was apparently an OG when it came to booze.

Everyone made small talk as we enjoyed our drinks. Though I probably looked pretty nervous because Grandma Ruth asked on more than one occasion if I was okay. I made up some excuses about thinking about my upcoming classes next semester.

As I watched the four of them, I could see the years melting off of them. It was most apparent in Grandma Ruth. She was completely gray, but vibrant red hair started at the roots and flowed outward until only a bit of gray remained.

Mom seemed to take notice of this for a second. Her brows knit together, and she looked confused. But Aunt Rani asked her a question, and that broke her concentration.

When she looked back at Grandma again, none of that confusion was there. I don’t know the specifics on how Rani’s Nus-X affects the mind, but it seemed like from moment to moment, they were all accepting a new reality and forgetting what came before on the fly.

Later on, I would ask Rian why it affected some faster than others. Apparently, the older you are, the more aggressively it can attack the system and cause some kind of a cascading… yeah I didn’t understand it. But the older you are, the faster it changes you.

Now I have that eidetic memory, right? Well, photo albums are a pretty big deal in our family, and I’ve memorized all of them. So, as the four women in front of me became younger, it wasn’t that hard for me to match up how they looked now to how they looked in the pictures and estimate their ages.

Grandma Ruth slurped up the last dregs of her margarita. She reached out a hand and placed it on Rian’s hand. “Don’t listen to Rani. That was the perfect amount of alcohol. I don’t feel my arthritis at all right now.”

Rian smirked at me and motioned over to Grandma with a flick of her chin. Grandma didn’t look like Grandma. Actually, she looked a lot like Aunt Agatha did a bit ago. Flipping through the family album in my mind, I estimated that Grandma lost about twenty-five years. She appeared to be in her early forties. However, I mentally decided she was thirty-nine because of math.

“Pfft, You’re too young to have arthritis, Ruth,” Aunt Agatha snorted.

That surprised me a little bit. I’ve never heard Aunt Agatha call Grandma Ruth by her name. Of course, with the relatively small differences in their ages, Grandma probably couldn’t be Aunt Agatha’s mother at this point anyway.

For a moment, Grandma looked confused. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Of all of them, I estimated Aunt Agatha to have changed the least at this point. She probably lost ten years. That would put her at twenty-eight, I mentally calculated.

Then, somewhere in the middle was Mom and Aunt Rani, who looked fifteen years younger. So that would put them at twenty-nine and twenty-seven, respectively.

“David, did you see where I put the receipt for this bathing suit? I might have to return it; it doesn’t fit me,” Mom asked and pulled at her suit. Her metabolism had returned with a vengeance, and the one-piece suit she wore looked positively baggy on her frame. The only place it wasn’t loose was over her tits, which have become much perkier.

“Uh… I’ll look later,” I answered. Looking around, it looks like all of their metabolisms have picked up. The pounds that they each put on came off by the dozen in a matter of minutes.

“So Ri,” Aunt Rani said, touching her daughter’s shoulder. “Forget what I said before; this drink was soooo fucking good.” She wrapped her lips around the straw and gave one last suck to get the last few drops.

“Thanks, Rani,” Rian said with a grin.

“So, have you met any cute guys up at that school of yours,” Aunt Rani asked her daughter.

“Sure, a few.”

Rani nodded and licked her lips. “Uh, so… have you met any girls?”

My jaw would have fallen off if it wasn’t still attached. Was Aunt Rani flirting with her daughter? But… hold on. At this point, Aunt Rani was only seven years older than her daughter.

“Mmmm, not lately. Though I have had my eye on a local chick,” Rian said and placed a hand on Rani’s thigh.

I stood up. “Uh, hey. So how about another round of margaritas!”

Aunt Agatha raised a hand, “Yeah. Great idea.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll have one too,” a soft girlish voice said. I had to turn around to realize it was my mom speaking.

“Just put more booze in it this time, okay?” Aunt Rani said.

“Come on, Rian, you’re back on blender duty,” I said and started at the patio doors to the kitchen.

I stepped inside, and Rian stepped in behind me. I closed the door.

“What the fuck Ri,” I said once we were out of earshot. “Your mom was hitting on you, and you were encouraging that?”

“Yeah, so? She’s hot. And I haven’t got any pussy in a while,” Rian said, walking past me and to the blender to start making the next round of drinks.

“I mean, she’s your mom.”

“And I’m your cousin; that didn’t stop you from fucking me in the ass that once in that cornfield at that bonfire.”

“Y-yeah, okay. Fair point.”

She continued to make the drinks, except without the “extra ingredient” this time and a good amount more tequila. “Anyway. You’re being a really uptight ass. You would think that a guy in the position you are right now would think he died and had gone to heaven.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Dude, you are the only dick at a party with five co-ed-aged pussies. That’s gotta be a wet dream come true.”

“I-I guess.”

“You just have to stop treating everyone like they are made of glass and loosen up. Also, you will confuse them if you treat them like you normally do. They don’t remember that right now.”

“How should I treat them?”

With a roll of her eyes, Rian grunted. “Jezus, dude. How would you treat me and a group of my friends?”

“Okay. Yeah. I understand.”

Rian nodded and poured out the drinks into six glasses on the serving tray.

“Good. Now, let’s get out there before we miss all the action. You know, I think of myself as something of an artist when it comes to chemistry. Part of the performance is watching the changes,” Rian said.

I carried the drinks back out. We only missed a few minutes, but for them, they all lost more years.

In the time for that short exchange, Grandma Ruth had lost what I estimated to be another fifteen years. She didn’t look like a grandmother at this point. Hell, if she were a mother, she would be a young one. If my math was right, she was at the same age as me at twenty-four. She had wild, fire-red hair and the biggest tits of the group that pushed out against her frumpy gray one-piece suit with the frills and skirt.

Next, there was Aunt Agatha. She didn’t lose quite as much. Maybe only five years. But this would put her at twenty-three. She barely had any gray hair to begin with. But her short blond hair gave her something of a cute tomboy look. She didn’t have much in the tits department, but her body had toned up considerably, giving her an athletic look. I remember her saying that she was on a women’s soccer team back in college.

Next, there was Aunt Rani. I had to do a double take back at Rian to ensure she hadn’t run ahead of me and sat in the chair her mother was sitting in a moment ago. She didn’t lose as much as last time. It appeared to me another five years. Though she looked just so much like Rian to make them twins, I bumped it up to six years to put her at twenty-one, the same as her daughter. She had the same cute, slender body as her daughter, with the small, perky tits.

Finally, there was Mom. She also lost five years, from what I could tell. That would put her at the same age as me, along with Grandma Ruth. It seems. She got her tits from her mother, it would seem. Not quite as big, but still plenty plump under that misfiting swimsuit.

Giving everyone another once-over, it looks like Aunt Rani and Aunt Agatha are no longer getting any younger. So they probably hit their pre-prescribed limits that Rian set. Only Grandma Ruth and Mom were still changing.

I handed out the drinks. As I walked by Aunt Agatha, she swatted me on the ass.

“Thanks, hot stuff,” she said, accepting her drink and giving her drink. Then I gave out the drinks to Grandma Ruth and Mom. Before I could give Aunt Rani and Rian their drinks, Rian grabbed both and sat beside her twin.

After accepting the drink, Aunt Rani pulled Rian into a kiss. Rian opened her mouth and let out a contented groan. When Aunt Rani pulled back, I could see definite tongue-on-tongue action.

“Thanks, babe,” Rani said to Rian.

I glanced down to see a definite tent popping up in my shorts after the display. I sat down quickly before anyone else could take notice.

Rian looked around at the other women before speaking up. “Hey, ladies. I gotta say those are some hella ugly swimsuits. But I think I might have something lying around that you can use.”

Yeah. I bet she just had them “lying around.” It’s not like my devious cousin to plan for just this occasion, know the proper sizes, and bring extras, right?

“Yeah, I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking with this,” Aunt Agatha said, pulling at her loose bikini bottoms.

Rian stood up and beckoned the others to join her.

“Hey, morning glory. We’ll be right back. Don’t play with yourself too much.”

“Or not until we get back anyway!” Aunt Agatha said with a laugh.

Then they just left. So I played around on my phone until, fifteen minutes later, a scene out of my wettest dreams strolled through the patio door. Gone were the frumpy one-pieces with dull, sensible colors; in walked five hot babes in skimpy, brightly colored bikinis.

Rani and Rian strolled with their hands held together over their heads. To be honest, I couldn’t tell which was which. They both wore matching dark blue bikinis.

Grandma Ruth… or maybe I should drop the grandma at this part. Ruth wore a bright red bikini. Her heavy, freckled tits barely seemed to want to be contained in it. The biggest shock, however, was that she lost more age. Another five or six years at least. She definitely looked to be the youngest of the group, I estimated her to be maybe eighteen or nineteen. She looked like a high school senior at a party of college kids at this point. The bouncy, energetic way she moved showed that no single mote of her previous arthritis remained. In her hand, she carried the bottle of tequila.

Agatha still wore a white one-piece suit. However, there wasn’t much of it. Criss-crossing strips of white cloth created windows that showed off her six-pack abs and upper chest. Her nipples on her tiny A-cups poked out quite apparently. I realized that I was staring. The smile on her face showed that she didn’t mind being stared at.

Finally, there was Mom. She wasn’t my age anymore; that was apparent. She lost maybe another four or five years. So I estimated her at twenty. She wore a bright blue bikini. Or should I say micro bikini? I probably goggled at the sight of the twenty-something girl that was my mother covered in next-to-nothing. Her cheeks were bright red in embarrassment, but she didn’t seem to wear it in duress. The bikini tops were a bit larger than her nipples on that full C-cup chest. And the bottom was a G-string that barely kept her decent up front, and in back, the tiny string of cloth completely vanished between her round ass cheeks.

All of the ladies sat down at their previous seats. However, Ruth stopped at the Bluetooth and changed from the 90s pop country that was playing to a rock station.

“Now it’s a party!” Ruth said and held the bottle of tequila aloft before taking a swallow.

“Uh, you know you aren’t old enough to drink that,” My mom (or should I just call her Sadie at this point) said.

“Pfft, you aren’t my mom,” Ruth said to Sadie with a rude scoff.

Looking over at the “twins,” I saw that they couldn’t keep their hands off one another. They were running their touch up and down one another’s torsos as one gave the other a series of kisses and bites on the neck.

“So, Rian said that you and her fucked. Well, fucked a lot,” said the one who was apparently Rani. I’ll have to try to keep an eye on them not to forget who is who.

However, the comment caught me off guard. She would never tell her mother that. The shitstorm that would cause the both of us would last the rest of our lives. Though I guess Rani isn’t technically her mother or my aunt right now.

“Mmmm, well, I might have to get in on that,” Rani said with a grin as she looked me over. “Though I don’t want to step on Sadie’s toes.”

Sadie looked at Rani, looked at me, then looked down with a fierce blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah. Sadie acts shy, but that doesn’t mean she won’t spread her legs if you ask her. She’s totally into you, though, dude; she’s just embarrassed to say it.” Agatha said with a laugh.

I closed my eyes for a second, but only a second. I didn’t want anyone to think that something was wrong with me. Rian said that I needed to treat this situation like I was at a party with girls my age, not at a family pool party.

“Hey, Sadie, why don’t you come over here,” I said, trying to sound confident. Sadie’s eyes widened, but she eagerly and obediently got up and planted her lap in my ass. With the lack of cloth there on her end, the only thing really separating her bare butt from my lap is my damp swim trunks. Once on my lap, her eyes went wide again when her bottom came down on the hard lump in my shorts, but a moment after, she was grinding on it.

“Hey, none of you mind if I take off my top, right?” Rani asked though she had already taken it off. Her perky B-cups were the carbon copy of Rians.

Rian leaned in and gave one of her former mother’s nipples a kiss.

“It’s a party, ain’t it?” Ruth said, then untied her own top. The teen’s heavy tits came out with a violent wobble.

I decided to be daring. The shy girl that was my mother was grinding away on my dick on my lap. My appraisal is that she was a bit shy but kinky. So, without asking, I pull on the knot on the back of her bikini top to release it. She gives a soft gasp as it falls free and reveals her big beautiful tits in all of their glory. But she doesn’t reach down to pull it back up or do anything to cover herself.

“I have to say, you have beautiful tits, Sadie,” I said and wrapped an arm about her waist to pull her close.

A moan caught my attention. I glanced over to the twins. Aaand, they are having sex. I mean, maybe not fully committed, but it’s definitely a bit over the line between making outright fucking. Rani was leaning up against Rian. They give passionate, fevered groans as their tongues eagerly force their way into one another’s mouths. Rani has pushed Rian’s panties aside, revealing a quite moist pussy, and is pumping two fingers in and out.

I noticed that Sadie had also taken notice of this lewd display. When she noticed that I noticed her, she looked back at me with a blush. I was just ready to push the scant bit of cloth over Sadie’s pussy aside when we were both suddenly assaulted by a bucket of cold pool water being dumped over our heads.

“What the fuck!” I shouted. I glanced back to see Ruth holding an empty bucket and laughing ass off. I stood up, and Sadie climbed off.

“Ruth! What the fuck was that? Way to cock-block David,” Agatha said, standing up also.

The other pair glanced up a bit but did nothing to untangle themselves from one another.

“Come here; if you’re going to act like a little fucking brat, I will treat you like one!” I reached out to grab Ruth, but she hopped back and squealed with delight.

“Oh, come on, don’t be pissy. I was just having fun. It’s a party, right?” Ruth asked.

But I was pissed off at this point, and it was hard to see the little brat in front of me as my grandmother. Rian was right. I needed to treat them as they are.

I started toward her, but she darted away around the pool. So I chased after her. Agatha watched where we were running before running up to the other side of the pool to intercept Ruth. A classic pincer manuver. But Ruth saw Agatha running at her and looked back to see me chasing behind her. At the deep end of the pool, she hopped up onto the diving board and performed a perfect dive into the pool. Agatha and I jumped in after, a bit less gracefully on my behalf.

Ruth swam away from us to the shallow end, but it would appear that I was the stronger swimmer as I easily caught up to her. At first, I tried to grab her feet, but she kicked me off. I grabbed again, this time taking hold of her bikini bottoms. With a bit of a flourish, she kicked out of them, leaving the bratty redhead completely bare-assed naked in the swimming pool.

This all slowed Ruth down enough for Agatha to catch up and grab the brat by the waist. Agatha hauled Ruth above water in the shallow end. I grabbed hold of Ruth by the wrists and started to haul her toward the ladder.

“Okay, I’m sorry, right? I’m sorry. Wait, what are you going to do?” Ruth asked.

“Like I said, if you are going to act like a brat, I will treat you like one.”

Once up out of the pool, I headed back to the chair I was previously sitting in. I looked to Agatha for support on this matter, and I saw a definite smirk and gleam in her eye.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Hey, wait! Stop!” Ruth begs. I put her across my lap.

“Fuck yeah, dude. Make her ass as red as her hair,” Agatha said with approval.

I swatted Ruth’s round bottom with the flat of my hand. It was a sharp sound that cut through all of the other noise going on as this increasingly wild party. Ruth shrieked. I delivered another smack and another smack. Ruth cried and screamed, then moaned.

Agatha laughed, “Fuck. I think she’s into it.”

Ruth put both of her hands over her face to hide her embarrassment and tears. Despite this, she started to writhe in my lap like a cat in heat. I clapped my hand down upon her ass again, but this time to cup her from behind, and I felt she was wet from a way having nothing to do with just getting out of the pool.

“Will you be a good girl and behave?” I asked.

With her hands still over her face, she nods. “I’ll be-be,” she hitched a sob. “A good girl.”

“You can get up now,” I told her.

She started to stand up, but her legs buckled, and she ended up sitting on the ground with her legs splayed out. She looked up at me with big, gorgeous green eyes wet with tears. The look in her eyes was shame and embarrassment but also arousal.

“I’m sorry about that, Sadie; come back over here,” I said to my former mother, who sat and watched the whole exchange. If she remembered everyone’s former relationships, she might have better been able to appreciate watching the teen girl get spanked who used to be her mother who spanked her.

Sadie smiled and sat in the seat next to me.

“Hey, Sadie, would you be okay with Ruth sucking my dick?” I asked and wrapped a hand around her back. As I asked the question, I saw Ruth go rigid.

Sadie looked to me, then to Ruth. A look of anger, or maybe annoyance, crossed Sadie’s face. Despite being the shy one, she probably also didn’t appreciate getting that water dumped over her.

“Well, that’s the least of what she owes you,” Sadie said with a scowl at Ruth. “Go on.”

Ruth flinched away at Sadie’s words but nodded. Shaking hands reached up and grabbed my swim trunks. I lifted my ass up enough to let her be able to drag them down my legs and off my feet.

All of the action from all of the hot and mostly naked co-ed chicks around me has had me standing at attention for quite a while now. My dick stood up like a rigid pillar on my lap.

Ruth, without complaint and with her promise to be a good girl, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and delivered a slow lick up the side that made me shiver.

Agatha scooted a chair up on the opposite side of me where Sadie sat. “Suck it, he said!” Agatha grabbed a handful of Ruth’s hair near the roots and shoved her face at my dick. Ruth opened her mouth and gobbled me to the hilt. A muffled moan escaped her.

“God, she’s such a brat. It’s almost a shame she has such killer tits,” Agatha said, reaching down to grab a handful of Ruth’s plump mammaries.

“Now, where were we,” I said, turning my attention back to Sadie and trying to ignore otherwise the amazing blowjob I was getting from Ruth. I leaned in and kissed Sadie on the lips. She moaned and parted her lips. I slipped my tongue in as my fingers pushed the scant scrap of cloth from her pussy aside so I could rub at the bare flesh.

While giving my attention to Sadie and with the amazing feeling from Ruth’s mouth, I didn’t even notice Agatha slipping out of her one-piece suit behind me. She pressed her bare, firm body up against me. I could feel the nubs of her hard nipples on her tiny chest on my back.

“Agatha?” I asked.

“What? I was feeling left out. Ruth is paying her duty. Sadie is being a darling, and the twins,” Agatha motions at the twins.

Glancing back over, I realized that since they moved around again, I could not tell who was who. But they were both completely naked at this point. Their perfectly matched bodies lay in opposite directions from one another on a beach towel on the ground. Their faces were buried in one another’s pussies, and both made very pleased groans.

I reached down and grabbed Ruth’s hair to pull her off my cock. She actually fought it, trying to get in just a few more sucks before getting pulled off. I motion to Agatha.

“Hey, brat. Do you lick pussy?” I asked Ruth.

The look on her face was dazed, but not in a bad way. “I-I haven’t. I’ve never…’

I motioned to Agatha and said, “Well, you are now. Get to it.”

Agatha grinned and spread her legs. I took a moment to appreciate just how toned they are. Ruth scooted in and put her face between Agatha’s legs.

“Get to it pussy licker,” Agatha said and put a hand on the back of Ruth’s head to bury the teen’s face in her muff. Ruth made muffled, confused groans but then started her duty. Agatha lets her head drop back. A grin crosses her face. “Fuck yeah. Not bad for your first-time brat.”

I turned my focus back to Sadie. “Come here, sexy,” I said and gently urged her off her seat and onto my lap. She apparently was on my same wavelength because, as she does, she reached down and guided my dick right into the tight, inviting folds of her pussy.

A look of ecstasy crossed the face of the twenty-year-old girl who was previously my mother. She began to grind herself up and down in a slow but buttery smooth motion. The motion caused her big tits to wobble delightfully.

“Oh, Sadie. You are a beauty. I can see why Dad married you.”

A look of confusion crossed Sadie’s face, though she didn’t stop grinding down on me. “What?”

“Sorry, nothing. I was thinking of something else,” I said. It was an excuse as flimsy as particle board, but she was too occupied to care, apparently.

A hand brushed my chin, and Agatha turned me to face her.

“What?” I started to ask, but she silenced me with a kiss.

I had to take a moment to marvel at the scene playing out before me inwardly. My eighteen-year-old grandmother was eating out my twenty-three-year-old aunt while that aunt and I kissed, and my twenty-year-old mother is riding my dick.

“Oh hey! It looks like shy Sadie finally came out of her shell!” a voice said from before us. It looked like Rian and Rani broke out of their pussy licking-fest long enough to see what else was happening.

Agatha broke the kiss and glanced at the twins who were kneeling before us. “You two seemed to be having fun,” Agatha noted.

One of them leaned in and gave me a brief kiss, her lips still slick with the juices of her twin.

“Uh, which one are you?” I asked.

She winked. “I’m not going to tell.

While all of this was going on, shy little Sadie had worked up her tempo and momentum so that her ass was now smacking off my lap with every stroke.

“Oh god, Sadie,” I gasped. “If you keep going like that, I’m going to…”

“Yes, please,” she cried out. “Inside me, please!”

I don’t know how Rian’s drug affects fertility or if mom is on the pill or not. But I was too drunk on pleasure and a couple of margaritas at this point to care. I pressed my lips against Sadie’s at the same time that I shot my load into her cunt.

She cried out and shook for a good ten seconds as she reached her own peak. She ran her fingers through her hair and settled into my lap to catch her breath. She gave me a shy but pleased smile.

“Hey, morning glory,” one of the twins shouted over at me. “Catch your breath and get ready for rounds two and three.” At the same time as she said this, the other one was spreading out a second beach towel beside the first.

“You did a good job, brat,” Agatha said and pulled Ruth’s pussy juice-soaked face away from her muff. “But I think that Sadie needs some attention now. Clean her up nice and good.”

Ruth didn’t hesitate or complain. She scooted over to Sadie. Still obviously irked from the bucket situation earlier, Sadie spread her legs wide. She took obvious pleasure from seeing the ginger brat bury her face in her muff. Ruth made little licking and sucking sounds as she gobbled up as much of my spunk as she could from Sadie.

I looked back to the twins. “Okay, you have my attention. What did you mean by rounds two and thr…” My words were cut off at the sight. Both girls were on all fours side by side on the towels. Their chins rested near the ground on their crossed arms while their rears were up in the air with their knees on the ground under them. Beside one of them, there was a bottle of baby oil, and their rear sides were shiny with it.

Okay. I’m pretty sure I knew what was going on. After taking a few to regain my stamina, I got down on the ground on my knees and kind of waddled up behind one of them. I placed a playful swat on her rear, nothing like I did with Ruth, but enough to make a pleasant SMACK.

“Are you going to tell me which one you are?” I asked, probably knowing the answer that I’ll get.

“Nope. You have to guess,” she said and wiggled her small, firm bottom at me.

I placed the tip of my dick against her asshole. She did a good job of thoroughly lubing herself up, so it wasn’t too much trouble to slip into the vice-like grip of her ass. She groaned, moaned, and grunted. Beside her, her twin held her hand and gave a happy, encouraging smile.

After maybe a minute of fucking the lithe girl’s ass, they both said in unison, “Switch!”

I was a bit confused at first, but I caught on. I pulled out of her ass, scooted over a foot or so, then grabbed hold of the hips of the other twin before burying myself in.

“Still don’t know which is which?” the twin who doesn’t currently have my dick in her ass asked. “We know that you fucked Rian before. So you should be able to tell, right?”

I could not. All I knew was that I was either fucking my cousin, who I fucked before, or I was fucking my now twenty-one-year-old aunt in the ass.

A series of moans came from behind me. At this point, I was almost numb to what kind of lurid scenes I knew I’d see if I turned around.

Glancing back, I saw that the other three had also spread out a series of beach towels side to side to create a large mat on the ground. Ruth had her face buried in Sadie’s pussy. Sadie had her face buried in Agatha’s pussy. And Agatha had her face buried in Ruth’s pussy. The three of them created an awkward kind of triangle.

I turned my attention back to Rian or maybe Rani. I reached down and grabbed her hair near the roots, and pulled back as I began to punish her ass. She started to cry out, but her twin muffled those cries with a kiss. The look that twin gives me tells me that she approved of the treatment I was giving her “sister.”

Not long after, I filled Rian or Rani’s ass with my load. But as soon as I pulled out and back up, her twin leaned in and placed a long slow lick from pussy to oil-soaked ass, eliciting a shiver from her sister.

One of the twins got up and shouted. “Okay, sluts. It’s pussy buffet time!”

The girls to the side broke off what they were doing and glanced over at the twins, who had already turned over to lay back on the beach towels with their feet on the ground and their legs apart.

“Oh? Oh!” Sadie said with an embarrassed grin. “I think I know what’s going on. She got up, walked over to the twins, and lay down beside them exactly as they were. Agatha followed, and finally, Ruth on wobbly legs. They all lay side by side on beach towels with their feet on the ground and their legs spread.

“Come on, dude!” Agatha cheered. “This has gotta be a dream come true, right?”

So I got to work. I aimed my dick at twin #1 and entered her pussy. “Still not going to tell me who you are?” I asked. She grinned and shook her head. She grinds up against me.

But I had four more, so I didn’t take too much time before I scooted over and rammed my cock into the waiting pussy of twin #2. I leaned in and placed a kiss on the perky little tits of the girl. I’ve always been crazy for Rian’s little tits; the fact that it might not have been Rani doesn’t matter at this point.

I pulled out and moved next to Sadie. Unlike the twins, who were more wild, I slipped gently into the young girl that was my mom. Her pussy is so deliciously comfy. “You are just lovely, sweetheart,” I said to her between pumps.

After her, I moved on to Agatha. Fit little tomboy Agatha. I run my hands over the toned muscles of her legs before I scoot in to bury myself in her cunt.

“Fuck yeah, dude!” She cried out. She put both of her hands behind her back. With every thrust, I saw her six-pack abs tighten up. I run my hands over her fit torso and her tiny A-cups. She might have the smallest tits, but she had the best set of nipples. Puffy little gumdrops with a hard nub that poke out almost the size of the rest of her tit.

Finally, I scooted in front of Ruth. “I don’t know. You were such a little brat, I don’t know if I should.”

Her eyes go wide, shocked and worried.

“What? No! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl, please!” She spread her legs wider to put her cunt on display. I teased her a bit by rubbing my rod lengthwise over her pussy.

“Please! Please!” she begged.

I obliged. I pressed my dick into her pussy. She cried out and arched her back.

“Here,” Agatha said and moved behind Ruth to hold her hands down. “You can fuck her. But you don’t have to be gentle about it.”

Fine. I’ll go out with a real bang. I quickly built up my tempo until I rode the teen’s cunt like a crazed beast. Every thrust caused her huge tits to wobble. I reached out to grab one of her nipples and tugged on it right to the point where it would start to be painful. Ruth wailed and moaned. The rough treatment really got her going.

“Almost there,” I grunted out between my teeth and between fevered thrusts.

“Cum inside the little slut brat,” Agatha said with a grin.

Well, I already came inside my mother; I guess it’s grandma’s turn. I gave her a few hard thumps, enough to leave her nice and sore, then I emptied myself inside her and didn’t pull out until she got every last drop.

Afterward, the girls all gathered around me in a group hug. They kissed one another, I kissed them.

The party wound down after that. Rian, the real Rian, herded everyone to where they would be none the wiser when they woke up in the morning. The next day, everything and everyone was back to normal.

“So, about the rest of the week.” Rian picked up a still, mostly full pill bottle and shook it.

(The story of this family might end here. Or I might pick it up again sometime. Feedback is appreciated.)