Kevin and Dawn Pt. 07

[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]

Kevin and Dawn

Part-7

(A short recap from Part-6)

A few minutes later, the quintet was outside washing each other's naked, sweaty, and cum-sticky bodies under the shower. They then settled cozily into the six-person hot tub.

Half an hour later, after pleasant, mostly non-sexual conversation, Tommy looked at his phone, and said, "Well, I honestly hate to break up this party, but Carrie and I have a previous engagement."

As they all dried one another off, Vickie said, "It was awesome meeting you, Carrie! I think Tommy has found his perfect match!"

"Likewise!" she replied. "Tommy had told me so many stories from your good-old-days, it seemed like I already knew you. And I think I can safely say, now, that none of those stories were exaggerations!"

Carrie gave Dawn a warm hug, and said, "Thank you so much for indulging my fantasy, sweetheart! It was actually better in reality than it ever was in my mind!"

Kevin and Tommy shook hands, and then, still naked, pulled each other into an embrace.

"Thanks, Mr. Scotts," Kevin said. "That was pretty awesome."

"What was?" Dawn teased him. "Use your words, big brother."

He chuckled, and then said, "Thank you, Mr. Scotts, for letting me suck your stiff cock and swallow your hot, fresh cum! I think I'm going to like being bisexual as much as I like being incestuous!"

***

Kevin, Dawn, and Vickie all got dressed and went out to get something to eat.

Sitting in a window booth at the restaurant, Dawn said quietly to her brother, "So, how come you've never shown me any of those mom-fuck incest pictures in the porn stash on your computer? I'm pretty sure you weren't just making those up."

"I wasn't," he answered, "they're for real. But they're not on my computer ... they're on Mom's."

Dawn's mouth fell open.

Vickie laughed out loud, and then said, "Holy shit! You have got to be kidding me! Marge is a closet incestophile? That is freaking awesome!"

(Part-7)

"How do you know Mom has porn on her computer?" Dawn challenged her brother.

"You remember just before graduation when the hard-drive in my laptop died?" Kevin began. "Mom let me use her laptop so I could finish writing my senior English paper."

"And you snooped around in to see if she had porn?" Dawn replied.

"No!" he answered in a don't-be-stupid tone. Then he added, "That came later. But it started by accident ... it was her fault!"

A waitress came and went, and then Vickie said with a wide smile, "Come on; give us the whole story. This sounds interesting!"

"Well, so I had gotten my computer fixed—this was like two days before graduation—and I wanted to look something up, but I'd left my backpack in Mom's car, and she was at the store, or something. Since she'd given me the password to her laptop, I just used it; no big deal.

"When I went to open Google, the cursor went over a minimized icon in her tray, and the words 'Old-Young-Oral' popped up. Well, naturally that piqued my curiosity, so I clicked on it. It opened a folder with about twenty pictures of an older woman giving a younger guy a blowjob in the kitchen. Those are the pictures I was describing."

"Oh, my God!" Dawn said.

Aunt Vickie said, "That's awesome! So, what about the kitchen table thing? That was in there, too?"

"Yeah," Kevin said. "The old-young folder was in a directory named Old Recipes, apparently to make it sound boring and to throw anyone off track who might stumble on it. I'd sure never have opened it if that minimized folder hadn't brought me there to start with.

"That doesn't mean that Mom's into incest," Dawn said. "What you described could just be MILF or cougar porn." Her natural instinct was to defend her mother ... but at the same time, the taboo thought was pretty arousing to her.

"Yeah, I thought of that, too," Kevin said. "But that table video—which is about twenty-minutes long, by the way—was named Son Fucks Mom Tied To Kitchen Table. Kind of hard to misinterpret that."

"Okay, but ..." Dawn began to counter, but was interrupted when the waitress came back.

When she left, she went on, "Regardless of the name, it could be seen as just old-young cougar porn, right?"

"Except that more than half of the videos and the folders with pictures in them actually had the word incest in their names," Kevin said. "There was even a file of links to mom-son incest porn sites."

Dawn was silent for a moment, and then, apparently accepting what her brother was saying, said in slightly hurt tone, "How come you never told me?"

"I was afraid you'd be embarrassed if you knew Mom had a porn stash on her computer ... and that she was probably into incest," he replied.

Vickie laughed, and said in a quiet voice, "You're so adorable, Kevin! You have no problem fucking your sister's brains out, but you're concerned that she might be uncomfortable to know that your mom looks at dirty pictures."

"Well, technically, her mom," he said. He shrugged, and added, "I don't know, I guess I just thought it would be awkward."

"Would it be awkward if you found out that your dad had a porn stash?" Vickie asked Kevin. "Full of daddy-daughter incest?"

"Probably not," he answered. "But I guess that just seems like it would be more natural for him than for Dawn's mom."

Vickie laughed again, and said, "Well, you've got a point there! I've always known for a fact that your dad was a horny pervert, capable of incest. Even though I've always thought Marge was sexy, I don't think I'd have guessed that about her."

Just then a group of four was seated in the booth behind Kevin and Dawn, and the topic of conversation was forced to a close.

***

Once back home, Vickie asked Kevin, "Is your Mom's laptop here, or would she have taken it with her?"

"I don't know," he said, and headed for the spare bedroom that their mom and dad used as an office. A minute later he was back with the computer.

When he told his aunt the password, she said, "Really? That's about as secure as a keep-out sign."

Thirty seconds later she had found the Old Recipes directory, clicked on it, and they all watched it expand to fill the window with the names of assorted folders and .jpg files. Vickie switched from the "Detail" setting to "Extra Large Icons" and the image files quickly appeared as pictures ... all very pornographic.

"Wow!" Dawn said as she scanned over the dozen older-woman-younger-guy photos that filled the screen.

There were images of mature women getting fucked by their "sons" in bed; on a couch; on the floor; on a kitchen counter; and in a shower.

The"mothers" took the stiff young cocks lying down with their legs straight up; on their knees from behind; pressed against a wall; and bent over a living room chair.

Along with getting their cunts fucked, the "moms" gave their "sons" sloppy cum-in-the-face blowjobs, and got their assholes stretched and filled by their big dicks.

"Right?" Kevin agreed with his sister's wow. "Scroll down. That picture on bottom right is the start of the kitchen blowjob set we acted out."

Vickie scrolled until the screen was covered with a series of progressive shots of a "mother" on her knees in a kitchen, getting her mouth fucked by her "son."

"Nice!" Vickie said with a little laugh. "We recreated that pretty accurately, didn't we?"

"What else has she got in there?" Dawn asked, finally accepting that her mother was into incest ... at least in her imagination. "Keep scrolling."

Vickie tapped the scroll bar, bringing up page after page of graphic porn pictures.

The trio was treated to shots of moms getting fucked in every imaginable position, in every hole, and in every conceivable location in a house.

There were more photos of the MILF's giving blowjobs and getting deep-throated, and of them getting messy facials from the young cocks. There were pictures of sons jerking off huge loads of cum all over their mothers big tits. There were more shots of young men with their stiff dicks shoved up mature asses.

A good number of the photos showed the mom being restrained and dominated in some manner.

There were a few single-shots, and a couple of sets of pictures that included a presumed daughter getting her pussy eaten while the son fucked the mom.

"Nice!" Vickie repeated. "She's obviously more into son-fucking, but apparently she's not averse to daughter-licking, too."

"Open that one," Kevin said, pointing to a folder named Vid.

Inside was a single text file with the same name. Vickie clicked it and a document opened with several pages of double-spaced URL addresses.

From the names, such as, "slut.com/video_mom_sucks_son­_to_facial" Vickie knew exactly what she was looking at.

"Clever," she said. "She saves the links to her favorite videos rather than trying to store the huge files on her hard-drive."

Kevin pointed to one named, "kitchen_table_fuck_mom_tied" and said, "Open that one."

A few seconds later they were watching a mom getting fucked hard while she was bent across and tied to a kitchen table.

"Wow!" Dawn said. "You guys nailed that one, too!"

They sampled another that featured the highly unlikely set-up of a mom who got her hand stuck in a sink drain while trying to unclog the disposal. Her horny son appears and takes advantage of the situation by pulling her shorts down, exposing her smooth, round ass, and tugging her top down to let her big mom-tits hang free as she leans over the sink.

She keeps telling him to stop, but as he tongue-fucks her pussy, licks her tight little asshole, and mauls her dangling tits, she eventually comes around and ends up begging him to fuck her.

He shoves his fat cock up her cunt and fucks her deep and hard, soon pulling out and then pressing his fat knob against his mother's puckered little asshole. She begs him to stop, but he ignores her, and soon the big cock-head is swallowed by her stretched sphincter. As her protests turn to moans of pleasure, he shoves his whole cock up her ass while grabbing handfuls of her soft tits.

As he shifts back and forth between fucking his mother up the butt and up her cunt, he alternates between slapping her naked ass and pulling hard on her big nipples. All of his abuse, of course, sends her into a frenzy.

The scene switches, and she is now inexplicably free from the sink, and on her knees naked and giving her son a feverish blowjob.

He, too, is naked, now, and he soon grabs his mother by the hair and holds her still while he jerks off in her face, coating her with rope after rope of thick white jism.

Still another video featuring the tender seduction of a supposedly-virgin son by a voluptuous mother to teach him how to please his girlfriend by letting him eat her pussy and then fuck her in all sorts of positions.

There was one that included a whole family named, "mother_father_daughter_son_fuckfest." In it, they watched as the dad fucked his tiny-titted daughter's smooth pussy while she lay on a big king-sized bed. The big-titted mom was squatted on the girl's face, rocking her hips and getting her cunt eaten, and the well-hung son stood on the bed, holding tightly to the mom's head, and fucking her mouth.

Vickie chuckled and said, "The family that plays together stays together!"

That triggered a thought, and she said to Kevin, "Wait a minute! Is this video what you were thinking about when you said that maybe your folks wouldn't be freaked out to discover you two were lovers?"

"Kind of wishful thinking, I guess," he answered. "Since she decided to save the link to this video, it must not be exactly distasteful to her."

Vickie thought for a moment, and then said, "I wonder if your dad has a porn stash on his computer."

Kevin shrugged, and said, "No way to know; I don't know his password."

"I do," Dawn said. "I overheard him telling it to mom, one time. It's pretty easy to remember."

She recited it, and Vickie said, "That's almost as bad as your mom's!" Then to Kevin, she said, "Go get your dad's laptop."

Three minutes later, Vickie was performing a search on the computer for any file that contained the word "fuck."

The search produced a number of Word-doc files that were obviously pornographic stories, based on the names. She wondered if her brother had downloaded them or written them. She would want to go back and check later on, but for now, she was satisfied to find that those docs plus thirty or forty image files whose names contained "fuck" were all in the same directory, innocently named, "Insurance Quotes."

Vickie opened the directory and they found a porn stash that dwarfed his wife's! Apparently, Marge was rather narrowly focused on incest porn, where George was far more of a big-picture guy.

With his penchant for organizing, the directory contained more than a dozen folders, but no image files.

Opening the folder named, "Theater," scores of pictures appeared showing all manner of sex taking place in semi-darkened porn theaters. Some were obviously porn models in staged photo-shoots, but most appeared to be shots of real people in real theaters.

A woman with her skirt pulled up and her top pulled down knelt in a seat getting her pussy fucked from behind while she gave a guy in the next row a blowjob.

A buxom woman sat completely naked in a seat with her head thrown back, getting her mouth fucked from the next row while two guys mauled her fat tits and another jabbed his fingers up her glistening cunt.

A black woman was bent over at the waist with a fat cock filling her pussy while her face was being pushed into the juicy cunt of a sitting white girl who had a cock in each hand and a pair of fake tits that were already splattered with cum.

Another folder named, "Jills," contained dozens of photos of lesbian sex.

There were girls and women eating each other's pussies in sixty-nines. Close-ups of pretty faces pressed against smooth cunts. Pictures of sexy girls kissing, and of naked young bodies held tightly together under a shower head.

The folder "Butts" contained not only pictures of very attractive naked asses, but also shots of fat cocks stuffed into stretched assholes.

Many of the anal pictures were close-ups of the joined cocks and asses, but those that included the women's faces showed expressions from obvious pleasure to oh-my-God-that's-not-going-to-fit!

Vickie clicked on the folder named, "Incest," and she and the two kids were treated to nearly a hundred images in the taboo genre.

One set showed a brother getting a blowjob from his sister still partially-dressed in her school uniform, but with her small tits and smooth pussy exposed.

Another set showed a young guy fucking a young girl on her pretty pink bed.

There was a set showing a daughter getting her hairless pussy eaten and then fucked by her daddy, and a series showing a mommy, a son, a daughter, and a daddy all engaged in a steaming four-way orgy in a living room.

Vickie laughed, and said, "Geez! This is quite a diverse collection my perverted brother has, here."

"Click on that one," Kevin said, pointing.

She opened the folder named, "Bi," and they were immediately looking at scores of photos of guys sucking other guys' dicks.

From the pained expression, some of the men appeared to be getting forced to take a stiff cock in their mouths by a dominating wife.

Others showed a man and woman sharing a fat cock—some having just blown a load of cum across the two faces.

Some showed one guy giving another a blowjob while the other guy was eating a wife or girlfriend's cunt.

A good number of the images showed a woman getting fucked on her hands and knees while another guy—presumably her husband—lay under her, lapping her pussy. Many in those sixty-nine sets went from cunt lapping to the guy slipping his dick from the sloppy pussy and sticking it in the other guy's mouth. Quite a few showed the guy under the woman licking the other guy's cum from the freshly fucked pussy.

"Wow!" Kevin said. "So, does that mean my dad is bi?"

"Well, if he's never actually tried bi," Vickie said, "it's a sure bet he's curious about it! He's sure as hell not offended by the idea of a guy sucking another guy's cock." She chuckled, and added, "Maybe I need to introduce him to Tommy, too!"

"What's that one?" Dawn asked, pointing to a folder named, "Vac" near the bottom of the list. "Sex with a vacuum?"

"Ouch!" Kevin said as their aunt clicked the folder.

It opened to reveal another folder within, named, "Your Vacation Memories."

"Did he misfile that?" Kevin wondered aloud as Vickie double-clicked the file.

A box requesting a password popped up. "Weird," Vickie said as she typed in her brother's laptop password. The program responded and began to open. She shook her head, and said wearily, "Never use the same password over and over; if you break one, you've broken them all."

A page opened showing a lush tropical resort with a sign that read, "Fantasy Cay" above a long dock over sparkling blue water. Below was a superimposed banner that read, "Adult Recreation and Vacationing at its Best!"

"What's a cay?" Dawn asked.

"Another word for an island," Vickie replied. "They must have used it to keep from getting sued by the old TV show Fantasy Island."

Below the photo, a line read, "Your Vacation Memory Video," under which there was a thumbnail image.

Though the picture was small, it was easy to recognize Marge and George standing between another couple with their arms around each other, all facing the camera and smiling. The other man and woman appeared to be younger than Marge and George, they were both dark-skinned, and they were all completely naked.

"Oh, this looks interesting!" Vickie said as she double-clicked the thumbnail.

But a box popped up asking for a password, yet again. She typed in George's usual, but it returned "Incorrect Password." She tried a few variations with upper and lower case combinations, but with no luck.

"Crap," she said. "Now I wish he didn't change up his passwords. Or maybe this Fantasy Cay supplies one when they send the file." She pushed her chair back and told the kids, "I'll be right back."

Thirty seconds later she returned from the other room where she had dropped her stuff out of her car. She sat back down and pushed a thumb-drive into the slot in the laptop.

"What's that?" Dawn asked.

"A program to break passwords," Vickie answered as she started it up.

"Where'd you get it?" Kevin asked.

"I wrote it," their aunt answered. "Did you forget what I do for a living?"

The kids looked at each other, and Kevin said, "I don't think we ever knew."

"Well, I'm in IT security," she said. "That's why I know how crappy your folks' passwords are."

"How long will that take?" Dawn asked pointing to the screen as lines of code whizzed past in a small box.

"Depends on how good the password is," Vickie said. "Unless it's really strong, with upper and lower case and special characters, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes."

She then minimized her program letting it run in the background, and opened Google. She did a search for "Fantasy Cay Adult Resort."

They found that the resort was located on a small private island in the Caribbean, and in their advertisement's words, catered exclusively to imaginative and sexually open-minded adults.

The island's white-sand beach was described as being clothing-optional and they included photos of nude sunbathers to illustrate the fact. But that was barely the beginning.