Fucked Up Family Pt. 01

Still, it was hard for James to watch. Instead he turned and saw his youngest leaning back against the taut canvas of the tent. Her eyes shut. Molly's blonde curls rolled over her tan shoulders. Her legs were pulled up tight to her chest, and her cute little pussy, exposed in this position, had settled into a deep pinkish. She was barely moving. Chest rising and falling in sleep. She'd seemed so agitated before. Of course, they both had been.

James had wanted it, too. To fill his progeny with... well, more progeny, he supposed. In the moment it was almost like there was a voice shouting his head -- a fist grabbing him by the balls -- demanding that he inseminate his daughter. But he'd thought of Christine, of what she'd asked, and he knew his marriage was worth more than that. Some rational shred of his mind pushed back, and he felt far better for his restraint.

Molly had been almost inconsolable in the moment. Now, though, she seemed peaceful. Like maybe -- God willing -- the chemicals had finally been fucked out of her body. If Molly had made it through, maybe all of them could.

For himself, James wasn't as sure. He felt alright but that hadn't been particularly telling before. Christine and Austin were obviously still in the throes of it. Mother and son grunting -- groins slapping in time -- like some weird familial acapella act. What about Alexis? James had been so out of it, he hadn't even given a thought to his eldest child.

James glanced around and saw a pink, bare body on the far side of the picnic table. Pert little butt poking upward. Had Austin just dropped his big sister in the mud to go fuck his mother? James started to stand, but his legs wobbled and so he went back down. He crawled around the table to where Alexis lay.

The tall, skinny brunette seemed as dead to the world as her baby sister. Alexis was face down in the grass, body splattered with mud. Crusted with... Well, at least Austin hadn't cum inside her, James thought. His daughter was on the pill, he knew, but better safe than sorry. And how weird was his life now that he was thinking the words, I'm glad my son covered his older sister in cum?

James reached down and stroked his daughter's cheek lovingly. Her verdant eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him.

"Daddy?" Alexis asked. Not James. Daddy.

"I'm here, baby girl," James said.

"Austin and I..."

"I know. We all did. It's OK," James said.

"Oh, it was way better than OK," Alexis said, then giggled. "Are you and Mom...?"

"Come see," James said. He struggled to his feet and helped his daughter stand. But when Alexis put weight on her left foot, she crumpled. James left forward and lowered Alexis onto the picnic bench. He couldn't help but enjoy feeling her naked body in his hands. Her ass was particularly nice. She felt muscular like her mother, but still invitingly soft in places.

If Alexis was anxious about being naked in front of her father, about him being naked in front of her, she didn't show it. She sat back on the bench like this was nothing. Her little breasts -- bigger than her mothers' yet still nothing next to her little sister's -- sat firm and proud on her chest.

"What happened to your ankle?" James asked, concern overwhelming desire. At least for the moment.

"I twisted it on the walk up," Alexis said, "Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," James said. He rubbed his daughter's shoulders affectionately. He could see behind her that Austin and his mother were still bouncing against each other in the muck. The tall brunette didn't seem to notice. She was staring off in the middle distance, like trying to spy something out over the lake. "It was the pills," James continued, "It wasn't us."

"Like if someone slipped something in my drink, then did stuff to me," Alexis said. She said it in a way that sounded rehearsed. Like she'd recited the same words earlier.

"Exactly," James said, "It wouldn't be your fault, would it?"

"We raped each other," Alexis said, then chortled. Her eyes still unfocused.

"Oh FUCK! You're fucking Mommy so good!" Christine shouted.

"Jeez, Austin's really giving it to Mom, isn't he?" Alexis said, "And you're OK with all this?"

"No, but Molly and I, we..."

"Oh," Alexis said. She sounded strangely disappointed. "That makes sense. Sorta"

"Oh G... Oh God, Mom your pussy is so amazing!" Austin cried.

"Hey Dad?" Alexis suddenly gripped James' arm tight. "I know what we did was wrong. But, like, you'd be totally right to be jealous of what Mom's doing right now cause she's your wife and all. But me and Austin. I mean. And now I'm kind of feeling... Like is that wrong? Does that make me broken or whatever?"

"No, honey," James said. He took Alexis's head in his arms and held her to his chest. "No, it's fine. It's totally natural. You're fine." He kissed the top of his daughter's head. He kissed her forehead. She tilted her head up. He looked into her eyes, so very much like her mother's, and kissed his oldest daughter on the lips.

"Oh... Oh FUCK! M... Mom? I think I'm going to..."

"Oh yes. Oh, baby please. It's OK. Give it to me. Give it to Mommy. Put it all in MMMMEEEEeeeeeeee."

James shot up from the bench, eyes wide. His wife and son were still in the same position. Christine bent forward on all fours, head hanging down. Her little tits bouncing back and forth while her son pumped her pussy -- his hands digging into her ass cheeks -- face red with exertion.

"Christine, no!" James shouted. It was so loud, he swore it echoed through the valley.

"It's OK, James," Christine said, "I'm safe. Remember?"

"We promised," James said, shocked at how whiny he sounded, "you promised."

"It's OK," Christine said. Apparently, this was her new catchphrase. "It's OK, baby. Cum in me. Fill Mommy up. Put your seed in my womb. Like Daddy did to make you."

"Oh God Mom. I can't... I mean, I don't have a condom. I'm in you bare, Mom and I... I'm going to fill you with my cum. Fuck. I need it so bad," Austin said.

"I know, baby. Mommy does too. Be a good boy and give your Mommy what she needs."

James stood, there, frozen while Mother and son continued cooing at each other. The slaps of their naked bodies like little stabs in his chest. He knew Christine was safe. They'd had the surgery to be sure. But still. They'd made a promise to each other. Maybe it was a weird promise, but James had taken some odd solace in it. And now Christine was breaking it right in front of him. The whole family.

James felt a thin, feminine hand run through his chest hair. He looked down and saw Alexis standing next to him. Still naked. She smiled at him, coyly. She pulled his jaw to her and kissed him, hard, on the lips. Whimpered sexily as her father slipped his tongue in her mouth.

Alexis' hand closed around her father's cock. James felt his world focus down to a pinprick. Just him and his eldest daughter.

"Ohhhhh... Alexis," James said, "Lexi. Sorry. I know I should call you Lexi."

"You can call me Alexis, Daddy. Only you."

Alexis pulled her Daddy down by the dick, so he was sitting next to her on the bench. She began stroking up and down his cock. Licking her lips as she did it.

"Oooh, my Daddy's cock is so big," Alexis said, "I'm a lucky little girl."

James groaned and let his head fall back. Alexis' stroking slowed, but she didn't let go. James felt his first-born climbing over him. Her little pink nipple brushed his lips. James dutifully took his daughter's breast into his mouth. Alexis' tit had neither the epic size of her little sister nor the perfect form of her mother, but it was still a breast and lovely. Alexis sighed as her father licked around her erect nipple.

James felt his daughter steer his cock upwards. Felt the crown tickled by her dark, curly pubes and nestle, ever so slightly, in warm wetness. Alexis wasn't moving with the urgency of Molly or Christine. James didn't feel the aching burn in his core that demanded he do everything possible to quench it.

Yet here they were -- father and daughter -- about to connect in the most intimate, forbidden way. Was this still the effect of the pills? Or were they actively choosing to do this? James didn't know where the line was anymore.

Alexis hung above her Daddy's cock, like daring him to stop her. When James didn't say a word, his oldest daughter smirked and dropped down on her Daddy's thick, aching dick. Father and daughter moaned together as they wrapped each other in illicit pleasure.

"Oh Alexis," James said and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Oh Daddy," Alexis said, as if agreeing, "It's in me. My Daddy's cock. The dick that made me. It's in my pussy. Feels so good."

"I know, baby girl."

The two of them stayed in each other's embrace. Rocking slightly against each other. Luxuriating in every little sensation. Then, it seemed that Alexis' patience ran out because she suddenly popped off her Dad's thighs like she'd been burned and started bouncing up and down on his cock with abandon.

"Oh fuck, yes!" the two of them cried in unison.

James was so entranced with his daughter -- watching her dark hair fly everywhere, her little titties trying so hard to bounce, that tight tight pussy gripping his dick -- he completely forgot about the world around him. Until suddenly, a thin male voice pierced through his pleasure.

Austin.

"M...Mom? Mom oh god I'm..." James heard his son say. It seemed like his voice hit a higher pitch with every exclamation.

"Yes baby. That's a boy. You can do it. Don't worry, Mommy's here. She'll take care of it all -- just give it to me."

Alexis slowed on her father. The two of them turned to watch as James' wife and son fucked frantically in the mud. It was bright sunny out now and warm, but the ground still squelched with every movement. Suddenly Mother and son froze in place.

"Oh... Mommy," Austin said, "I can't control it. Can't stop.... FUCK! Here it cums!"

"Ooooooooohhhhh YES!" Christine screamed, "Oh fucking... Oh fuck YES I'm cumming so good. My baby is filling me up! fffffffFUCK!"

"Oh Mom! I'm cumming in you. Oh fuck. I'm cumming in my Mom's pussy. So good. Oh fucking... fucking... fuck."

James looked over as mother and son toppled over. Austin's cock still somehow buried in his mother's snatch. Both of them convulsing in some strange, shared seizure. Then they both went still.

At the same time, Alexis leapt into action. Bouncing up and down on her father like he was the world's greatest pogo stick. Alexis started gasping. She reached up and squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples. She reached down and ran her hands through her father's chest hair. Laughing lightly as she did. Somewhere between confusion at what she was doing and wanton acceptance.

James groaned. This was the third pussy he'd been in that day -- the third family member he'd fucked -- and each was subtly different. Christine so urgent. Molly so affectionate. Alexis was somewhere in between. She had the stamina and experience of her mother. The softness and affection of her younger sister.

The other benefit of all that experience that day: James felt like he could have let his daughter ride his dick forever. He was going to last for a long while. James leaned back against the table and enjoyed every sensation.

Alexis seemed to sense his languorous disposition. "Am I doing good for you Daddy?"

"Oh yes."

"I know I've been bad lately," Alexis said. "Calling you James. Talking back. I know I don't deserve your reward."

"Oh baby, I understand. You've been..." James stopped himself. Maybe it was the pills again. Or all the frustrations of the day. What he couldn't do with Molly. What his wife had done with their son. Or maybe it was, truly, James' anger at his daughter finally bubbling over.

"You have been very bad," James said, severely. He reached his hand back and swatted his daughter's backside. Hard. Alexis gasped in pain. Then smiled. Her humping motion slowed. James felt as if his cock was now soaking in the hot tub of his daughter's cunt.

"Maybe you don't deserve this dick," he said.

"I do," Alexis whined, "I promise I'll be good. I'm sorry for being such a bitch, Daddy."

James reached around and slapped his daughter's bottom again. The taut muscle jiggled in a very satisfying way, but James couldn't get much purchase in this position. He thought about moving, but for all his 'anger' he couldn't bear disconnecting from his daughter. Instead, he reached up again and slapped Alexis' tit.

"Oh!" she cried, reflexively reaching up to protect her boob. Almost as quickly, she let her arm drop.

"That's for calling me James," James said, "Now what's my name?"

"Daddy," Alexis said. Her eyes really did start to well with tears. James leaned forward and took Alexis' tit into his mouth. Right as he felt her body relax, he bit her nipple.

"Oh!"

"That's for talking back to me," James said, "You going to do what I say from now on?"

"Yes, Daddy," Alexis said.

James leaned forward and bit his daughter's other nipple. "And that's for cursing before. You're not a bitch. You're my daughter. My first born."

"Your best fuck?" Alexis asked, sort of quirking her lips. Oooh, that little bitch had him there.

"I love each of you different, honey," James said, "Being with you. It's special in its own way." Alexis nodded like that was a good answer, but both father and daughter knew the truth of it.

"Fuck me Daddy," Alexis said, "Make me feel special."

She began slowly climbing up her father's cock, then sliding down. Her pace moved faster and faster.

"I'm a good daughter," Alexis said.

"Yes you are," James said.

"And I'm going to get my good girl reward, right Daddy?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

Alexis reached down and found her clit. She began strumming it hard. Like the world's greatest guitar solo. And as she jammed on her pussy, her father drove the beat into her wanting quim. The picnic table creaked. A cool wind whipped over them. The sun was sinking under the western sky. James looked back and found his wife and son were spooning in the mud. His youngest daughter was still asleep against the tent. This was it.

This was the end.

James felt it building in him. Alexis was shaking now. Murmuring to herself.

"D... Daddy. Oh Daddy. Oh, that Daddy cock feels so good." She gasped and threw her head forward, almost cracking her father in the face. They both started to laugh, but then Alexis' body tightened, and their giggles switched to groans.

Impossibly, James felt another orgasm building. From what reserves he could not imagine. He lifted Alexis by the shoulders.

"We're so bad, Daddy," Alexis said, "You fucked your baby daughter. You let Austin cum in Mommy. Now you're... You're fucking me. Making me cum. I came on my Daddy's cock."

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. Daddy's... Daddy's getting close too."

"It's so naughty Daddy," Alexis said, "You can't cum in me. Can't put those Daddy sperms in your daughter's womb. The dick that made me. It can't knock me up. It's so wrong."

The words that should have made James slow, they only drove him faster. But as he felt his peak grow closer, suddenly it all hit James at the same time. Like reality was racing against desire.

His daughters. His wife. Fuck. They'd all done things they would never be able to shake. It would haunt them. So maybe it didn't matter what they did now. Because it was all in the pile and who cared about one more? But then, James realized that he cared. That maybe the only way to live with losing control was to fight to get it back.

If only for a moment.

James grabbed his daughter's hips and made her stop. Sighed.

"You're right, baby girl," James said, "I'm sorry."

James gently lifted his daughter off his dick. As he did it Alexis made a strange face. Almost sad? James started to think about sticking it back in his daughter, but she jumped back. He waited for her to shout at him. To cry. But instead Alexis dropped to her knees took his cock into her mouth. One swift slurp.

Alexis' mouth was impossibly tight on James' dick. She sucked so tight, so wet, with such abandon. Her eyes alight and oh-so-happy. She'd wanted him to say she was the best fuck and he couldn't. But holy fuck, he could honestly admit that his Alexis was unquestionably the queen of the cocksuckers. He couldn't imagine anything better than this.

"You taste so good, Daddy," Alexis said, reaching back to cup her father's balls.

"That's both of us, baby," James said. "Yours and mine. Together."

"Mmmmmm. Like it should be," Alexis said. She grabbed his dick with her free hand and started pumping. As if he needed any more stimulation. James' body jerked. He trembled. Before he could even warn his daughter, James exploded into her mouth. One long stream of cum.

"Ahhhhhhhhh." It escaped his lips like steam. Long and satisfying. Another jet. Another. Alexis gulped. Gulped again. She coughed and a little sperm leaked down her chin. But she kept her Daddy's cock tight in her mouth the whole time. As her father filled it with his seed.

"That's a good girl," James said, and Alexis smiled proudly. James cock finally melted on the warmth of Alexis' tongue. She let him slip out gently, then licked his cum off her face like cleaning up extra ice cream. She smiled at him, then didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Father and daughter. Naked and covered in each other's spend. Finally, Alexis did a curtsey, like a little girl on stage for the school play.

James laughed. Alexis turned bright red, but she laughed, too. They held each other, tight, naked bodies pressed together, as the sun finally gave way to darkness.

*

Christine woke up with the odd mixture of mud and cum in her mouth. Neither was particularly explicable. She felt a warm arm around her belly and squeezed it tight against herself. She realized she was naked. And cold. And the arm felt a little too muscular, a little too hairless, to be her husband's.

And it all came rushing back.

Christine was lying in the dirt. She felt her son's cum leak warm down her bare leg. She lifted Austin's arm and tried to stand. Her muscles ached as bad as when she'd run the marathon the year before. Christine gritted her teeth. No. Weakness was for other people. She forced herself to stand up and stretch. The lithe blonde felt oddly rested for napping on the hard ground, covered in mud, naked under the open sky.

It was dark, but the night was overfilled with stars. Like standing under a planetarium. Christine hadn't realized the effects of ambient light until there was none. The difference in the sky she saw in their backyard and the universe unfolding over them here at the lake was like going from watching a slide show to 4K HD TV. The whole galaxy looked down at her, so small and insignificant.

Christine took a deep breath and hugged her arms close to her in the cold. She resolved to recover her family. She found her husband lying on the ground behind the picnic table, spooning his oldest daughter. His hand cupped on her little tit. Well, it was a bigger breast than Christine's but in the grand scheme of things it was still small. Then again, compared to Molly, most women were lacking in the chest department. Christine chided herself. That kind of thinking was only going to encourage this behavior, not help her gain control of it.

She looked down at her life partner -- sleeping peacefully, his lips against the back of Lexi's neck -- and felt equal parts affection and revulsion. The things he'd done and didn't do. Admirable and awful. But Christine had been no better, had she?

She resisted the urge, then, to kick her husband awake. Instead she simply reached down and shook his shoulder. James groaned and blinked. He looked over at his naked daughter, his flaccid penis nestled in her apple-shaped butt.