Three Generations, One Bed

That got my attention. Jen. Always horny. Always ready to fuck. Holy shit.

Under the sheets, Jen's hand crept to my cock. Her fingers encircled it and she laid on a full grip.

But I was thinking about Isabella. No wonder she knows exactly what she wants in the bedroom. "Jen, Isabella, you've been through so much ," I said, as if that would make any difference.

"It's my fault," said Jen. "And don't forget, we're wealthy. I can't spend it in ways I want to, not yet. But our day will come."

"Hey," Chrysta said, looking around. "What about this family? What are we going to do? Pete, you've been having sex with your grandmother and with your mother. And I was about to jump in too. In fact, I guess I already have."

"What do you mean?" Isabella said.

"Trust me, I'm no virgin. And just before you came home last night, I had Pete's cock in my mouth."

Isabella looked at me. I thought she'd be upset, but she wasn't. "It's in our genes," she said simply. "It's pretty clear this entire family is completely obsessed with sex."

I looked at Beth. She told me she's a virgin. I believed her. I still do. Did the sex-addict gene pass her over?

"Now I'm realizing," Chrysta said, "that Pete and I have unfinished business. You too, Beth. What do you say?"

"I've made my position clear, Chryssie," Beth said. "I won't lie to my future husband about having sex with my stepbrother. She turned to Mom and Jen. "I do understand you. I dream about sex every night. It's taken an enormous amount of mental energy to resist having sex. I think about it all the time. I...I masturbate every night, sometimes frequently. Last night, I dreamt about..." Beth looked cautiously over at me. "Last night I dreamt about Pete's massive cock. I dreamt that I sucked him off after he fucked me to three orgasms. When I woke up, my fingers were buried in my pussy."

That got my attention.

"Beth," said Chrysta. "You said if you had sex with your stepbrother, you'd be compelled to reveal that to your prospective husband. But what if you had sex with your blood brother? Would you tell anyone that secret?"

"Fuck no. That would be a total deal breaker. I'd be labelled a - Holy Fuck! That's it! Chryssie, you're a genius. There's no way I could tell anyone that secret."

"Exactly. No man worth your time would take up with a woman who has had regular sex with her brother."

Beth sat back and blew out a deep breath. I think she was actually considering it. Maybe Chrysta had found the key to Beth and me fucking.

Beth looked at me, but she was talking to Chrysta. "You're suggesting I cave to my urges and do something with Pete that I could never talk about, instead of just not doing it."

"Exactly," Chrysta said. "I mean come on! You're horny as hell pretty much all the time. You know you want to. You saw Pete with Jen." Turning to the others, she said "Jen, you certainly enjoyed yourself. M - Isabella, you too?"

"Your brother is a work in progress. But he's mouldable. He's willing to learn, he listens, and best of all, he's the most unselfish lover I've ever had. Oh, and he's got a gorgeous piece of equipment."

Beth looked at me. I couldn't discern what she was thinking. But her chest had begun to heave.

"Hey Beth," Jen said. "So long as you're going to have sex with your brother, why not go all in? Why don't you and Chryssie create an InstaVid channel of your own?"

"InstaTwins!" said Chryssie excitedly.

"If it means you girls won't be moving out," Jen said, "I'll help all I can. I can get you started with a huge audience, just through referrals."

"I do love that idea," said Beth. She looked around the room. "It makes sense. It'd be like joining the family business." Beth went silent for a few moments. "Okay," she said. "That marketing job was bullshit anyway. I know why they wanted me." She made a show of lifting her tits. "I'm in."

"Chryssie," Jen said, "we've got three months before college starts to see if this is a viable business. We'd better get started. Like today."

"What about him?" Chrysta said, looking at me. "Where does Pete fit in?"

"He can be our manager and agent," Jen said. "I've been needing someone to get me more endorsements, to manage the contracts, do some selling, handle the books. Someone to deal with the public." She turned to me and then looked at Isabella. "What do you two say?"

It was all coming so fast. I looked at Isabella for some reaction. Since last night, I feel closer to her than ever. In fact, she's the person I trust most in my life right now.

Isabella and I made eye contact. She held my gaze for several seconds. Then, a tiny smile crept over her lips. Her head dipped in a nearly-imperceptible nod. We held each's eyes for several more seconds. I could feel her mind reaching out to me.

And then I knew. We were in sync.

"I love it," Isabella said. "In fact I love it so much, I'd like Pete to manage my channel too. If," she said, staring at me intently, "but only if you stay with us, here in this house. You too, Beth and Chrysta. Take another year to see how this plays out. Stay with your family and fulfill all our needs."

The double entendre was intentional - and oh so welcome.

How could I say no to that?

"Deal," I said without hesitation. "I can't wait to get started."

"Deal," said Beth and Chrysta together.

"Well then," said Isabella, looking at Chrysta, Beth, and Jen in turn. "I suggest you all get started then." With that, she blew me a kiss. "I'll see you later Pete. We have some unfinished business to attend to."

Isabella turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

At the foot of the bed, Beth and Chrysta immediately begin to strip. When Beth pulled off that skin-tight tank top of hers, I nearly blew my load right there.

Like the twins they are, the two women shucked their clothes in tandem and advanced together towards the foot of the bed. With lust in their eyes, they crawled up to the head of the bed and together with Jen, the three sex-addicted women lay fully atop me and began to explain exactly what they had in mind for me for the rest of the day. And well into the night. And tomorrow.

~~

Epilogue

We'd been edging each other for the past hour. I signalled to her I was ready. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and I retracted my tongue from her soaking slit.

Isabella and I faced each other upright on our knees and embraced. We French kissed for a couple of minutes as I gently massaged her gorgeous firm ass. She did the same to mine.

She reached for a jar on the side table and opened it. She dipped two fingers inside and extracted a gob of lube. Lovingly, she spread the goo all over my ten-inch dick. We both knew it was going to be a tight fit.

She broke off the kiss, turned towards the head of the bed, and got on all fours. I retreated to the foot of the bed and put the head of my greased-up cock on her button. I hesitated because I was so afraid of hurting her. In signal she was ready, she pushed back on me. The head of my cock unexpectedly slipped inside.

"Mmmmm," she said. "Keep going, lover."

Gently, I pushed. Slowly, ever so slowly, my shaft slid into her ass. The lube made it slippery and wonderful. Her ass was so tight, so incredibly tight, but the hour of edging had given me the strength to last and last.

I watched my rod disappear slowly into my grandmother's gorgeous, firm, shapely ass. Somehow, incredibly, she took it all.

"Ohhh, Pete, Pete, this is incredible. You feel soooo, wonderful. You fill me up so much, my love."

Isabella put her fingers to her clit and began to masturbate. The vibrating dildo in her cunt was switched off. For now.

I lay my chest on her back to give access.

Behind me, I felt the slick dildo begin its journey into my ass. With loving pressure, Jen inched the vibrating strap-on deep inside me until it reached my prostate. She put her fingers to her clit and began to masturbate.

Isabella lowered her mouth to Chrysta's vagina, bypassing the dormant dildo inserted within. With her skilled tongue, she licked and swirled and massaged and pressed into Chrysta's pussy.

Chrysta was lying under her grandmother at the head of the huge, custom-made bed. It was double the size of a king in length and width. We didn't always all sleep together, but often enough, we did. And we needed a lot of room.

Beth straddled Chrysta's face, as her twin skillfully tongued her vagina. Beth helped her along by supporting Chrysta's head with her hands and adjusting the pressure just right. Looking over Isabella's back, I could see Beth lean in to kiss our grandmother.

With an impossible goal, the five of us built ourselves slowly and methodically. Timing was everything.

Isabella was our trusted leader.

"More Pete. I'm close, I'm so close. Come on girls. Work it. Oh yes, are you close? Jen? Beth? Chryssie?"

"Close Mom, really close," Jen said.

"Isabella, yes, yes," said Chrysta.

"I'm going to cum," said Beth.

"Wait, wait, wait," said Isabella. "Let us catch up. Oh, yes, harder Pete, more, more, more."

"I'm there, Mom," Jen said. "Say the word. I'm there, I'm so there."

"Chryssie! Where are you??" Isabella shouted. "Where the fuck are you?"

"Close. Close. Oh yes, so close. More Beth yes, that's it, right there. Yes, yes, Oh yes. I'm there, I'm there, I'm ready, I need to cum, cum, cum!"

I didn't need any encouragement. With these four spectacular women all around me, ready to cum like the goddesses they are, I was a total goner. My cock was imprisoned in the tightest sheath ever, and I was losing control.

"CUM!!!!" Isabella shouted. "Cum, everybody, cum, cum, cuuuuuuuummmmm!"

Each of the women immediately switched on their vibrators and mine. The one in my ass sent a wave of ecstasy across my prostate and filled my sex with an unstoppable burst of sexual energy.

As one, the five of us exploded. Isolated as we are on the fourth floor of a house in suburban New York State, there were no inhibitions. We all screamed in orgasmic, spasming, riotous joy. I pumped Isabella's slick ass with my hard, spurting cock. Together we all kept the orgasm going and going and going. Five pulsing, vibrating, cumming people, we all kept pumping and licking each other to sheer oblivion.

When my spasms subsided, I was ready to pull out, but the women were not finished. Each of them had multiple-orgasm power and they kept going. As usual, Isabella was calling the play. And despite my softened member, I did my best to stay within her and to give her everything she wanted.

It was surreal to feel the four women cumming all around me. I loved it.

When we had come down, we all collapsed into the huge soft bed, completely entangled in each other. Beth's tits landed on my face and I suckled and caressed them eagerly.

We only do this as a family occasionally. Often it's just Jen and me, or me with the twins. Beth and Chrysta are inseparable, even in my bed.

But mostly, it's Isabella.

~~

Though I'm strong, and can come back to full hardness in minutes, I've got four hungry women to satisfy. So I take a regular regimen of ED drugs to ensure I'm ready and able to service the frequent and multiple sexual demands of my goddesses.

Back in my own bed, Isabella comes to me frequently. She's a wonderful teacher but I think I've been able to give her some new experiences too. We've explored our bodies to the fullest and despite the more than three decades that separate us, we are deeply and utterly in love. And I mean sweet, caring, do-anything-for, holding-hands, necking-in-the-parking-lot kind of love.

And in lust. Absolutely in lust.

When I'm alone, I dream of Isabella. She's a magician. A superstar. My goddess.

One night she told me her plan. She wanted to see if our sex brains were as connected as she suspected.

At breakfast, the five of us were crammed together in the nook, just as we like it. Beth and Chrysta were on either side of me, crowded against my body, savoring the close contact. Isabella and I faced each other. Our hands were folded on the table, not quite touching. We looked deeply into each other's eyes and the noisy banter faded into the background. An utter calm descended over us. Our sole existence was just us two. There was nothing else.

Isabella puckered her glossy mouth and slid her glistening tongue across her upper lip. And then she gifted me her secret smile. Her eyes crinkled just so. And I knew. She was cumming. Hands free, with her legs crossed.

I came with her. Because I knew that soon, my cock would be inside that sexy, eager mouth. As prearranged, I was wearing a condom.

Meanwhile, Jen, Beth, and Chrysta continued their discussion, talking animatedly about their next videos. They had no idea that Isabella and I were having glorious sex, right in front of them.

The businesses were a total success. Beth, Chrysta, and I gave up our college and work plans to keep the family together. We stay inside, mostly. Groceries - delivered. Exercise - home gym. Movies and entertainment - home theater. With a huge bed down there, of course.

We're wealthy beyond all expectations.

And I don't mean with just money. That's the smallest part of our wealth.