Dishes

“In or out?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she replied, her mouth soon covering the quivering shaft to catch the rushing fluid. The excess dribbled from the corner of her mouth and her lips touched the far end before sliding slowly back up and away.

Lying on her stomach, the left side of her face resting on her folded hands, Natalie lifted and wiggled her hips. “Got anything left?” The hips wiggled again and he did not miss the offer. She could feel him lifting her hips and begin to enter. “The pussy,” she yelped and he repositioned himself. “Better,” she cooed as he filled her from the rear.

“Do you need some dishes to wash?” he teased.

“You and Dad, brothers to a tee,” she kidded. “Did you and Mom ever….” She paused to savor the next thrust and the one after it.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “He did Alice too.”

She arched her back slightly more letting him fill her more completely. “Mom’s sister? Who’d ever thought?” He slammed hard against her hips. “Oh-h, yeah-h.” She wiggled her hips slightly and squeezed.

“She was good, not as good as your Mom.” She could feel the pulsing and then the firm streams hitting far inside her. “Almost done,” he groaned.

“Me too,” she said in a deep groan that matched his.

With her clothes bundled under her arm, she leaned against the warm fender of her truck. A foot rested on the bumper. “Did Mom and Alice ever … nah, I doubt it.” Her head swung side to side.

“Actually….” he began, but didn’t finish knowing she got the drift of his thought.

Natalie continued moving her head, “Wow, I can almost see them.”

He watched her knee sway slightly as her leg exposed herself and then covered herself. “Damn, did you drive all this way for a single roll in the grass? You’re driving me crazy standing there like that.” Equally as undressed as her, he rubbed his hand along the top of his shaft. “I’ve got some dishes to wash,” he teased. She followed him into the house.

—

Natalie leaned against the frame of the back porch screen door and looked towards the small pond. The day was warm as she relived both the visit with her uncle and the last visit from her father. She flipped her long brown hair and twisted it around her hand. The only thing she wore were her black stiletto high heels, after all, there were no neighbors to see her. The other hand alternated between twisting a nipple and rolling her clit between the thumb and forefinger. An occasional moan escaped her lips from the idle play. She ignored the ringing phone and strolled away from the house letting the rays of the sun warm her tanned skin. A finger or two danced between her thighs every few steps.

The small pier extended past the bank of the pond and she carried her stilettos rather than risk having the heels stick between the planks. The soft patter of her bare feet was the only sound. First standing at the end, and then sitting, and then reclining, she watched nothing in particular. She resumed the strumming of the parts between her legs. The roar of the Indian soon interrupted gentle moans floating across the pond.

By the time he joined her on the pier, her father was undressed. “How was your visit with Mark?”

His hand slipped along the inside of her thigh as her legs began to part. The first finger grazed tender places and she gasped before a soft moan. “My fingers have been there quite a bit this morning,” she offered spreading her thighs even more.

“We don’t have….”

Before he finished, she pressed his hand firmly against her. She groaned, “Oh yes … we do. I am never too sore for my Daddy.”

They strolled away from the pond towards a shady patch of grass under several trees. He held her hand and she carried her stilettos. “I thought about you while … ah, I was with Uncle Mark.”

He paused and pulled her close for a deep kiss. His erection pressed between her thighs and rubbed against places his fingers had just been.

“Horny devil,” she teased as she wiggled until he rested just inside her. “Daddy, Daddy….”

His tongue played with hers. His hand rested atop a nipple and massaged the breast in large circles. “I never get enough of you.”

She pulled him towards the shade and then onto the grass. “I might need to go back to see him.” She settled her father between her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He filled her with no struggle. “Ah-h, go Daddy.” Her hips lift slightly and he reentered again … and again.

Finished, she rolled him over and cleaned the lingering erection with her lips. “I love the taste of myself on your cock. How did-d I get so lucky? Stay a while today.”

He watched her mouth again fill with him. “Can’t,” he tersely replied. “Your Mom has plans for me.” Her mouth filled with him repeatedly.

She glanced towards his face and a frown formed. “Oh-h-h. Please stay.”

Again as before, and as she knew she would in the future, she stood naked in the back of the house and watched the Indian roar along the rutted drive, around the slight bend near the oak, and silence swept over her. “Still a good fuck,” she murmured aloud as she reached for the rusted handle of the screen door. “Maybe I will-l-l go visit Uncle Mark again soon. What would it be like to be with both of them? Maybe a family reunion.”

—

Spring progressed towards summer. Natalie finished writing her seventh book and sent the manuscript to the publisher for editing. It was Memorial Day weekend and her mother, and her mother’s sister Alice, offered to bring a bucket of chicken and some beer over to celebrate while her father rode his Indian with fellow bikers.

They sat in the shade of the oak tree with the remains of the picnic scattered about them. As the effects of the beer began to relax each woman, they enjoyed the soft breeze off the pond. Alice’s head lay in her sister’s lap. Gloria ran her fingers though Alice’s hair while Natalie reclined with one leg bent slightly at the knee revealing more of her body than she might have realized.

“Is it another pulse racing novel?” Gloria asked.

“Tell us about the story,” Alice said watching Natalie’s knee waver as it continued to expose tender places.

“Yeah-h,” Gloria added.

Though she had always like both women, today Natalie found she enjoyed their company even more. Her hand stroked her upper thigh casually. “This one is about a family that is much closer than most families.” Natalie could feel the growing excitement at the top of her thigh as she merely thought about the story and whom she was telling about it.

“Do you mean like you and your father?” Gloria said unexpectedly with a smile. “It’s alright.” Gloria’s hand rested over Alice’s chest and a finger played over a nipple. Natalie watched for a few minutes in silence.

“We’ve all enjoyed each other over the years,” Alice said letting one knee rise and then fall to the side, her skirt uncovering places uncovered by undergarments.

“Look at you,” Gloria whispered as she noticed.

“Who was your favorite lover?” Natalie asked no one in particular.

Gloria leaned down and kissed Alice several times lightly on the lips. As she sat back up and leaned back on one hand, she glanced at Natalie. “They were all my favorite … but Alice was my first,” she softly said looking again at Alice.

“Our father came next,” Alice said as she continued to lay in Gloria’s lap, the skin between her thighs still exposed, her hand now casually caressing places exposed. “It feels good to talk about it … at last.” She paused. “To have it out in the open.” The wind caught Alice’s skirt and flipped it up even more. No one moved it back.

Gloria’s fingers slithered beside a button in Alice’s blouse and inside found the bare skin of the breast she had been playing with. “Did you have fun with Uncle Mark?” she asked.

“I guess there are no secrets,” Natalie joked and then laughed. “Yeah-h, he and Dad are both really good. Maybe he’s not a good as Dad.” She giggled as she thought about what she was saying to her Mom. Her index fingertip pulled against the folds of skin between her thighs and her mouth fell slightly open to let a gasp escape. Alice’s finger diddled in similar places and a silent moan flowed.

“Yup, no secrets,” Gloria roared and then laughter erupted from the three women.