Geoff and Melanie– Married Siblings

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I recently was told this story by some friends. While I have fictionalized certain parts of the story and changed names and occupations, etc., this story is essentially true. I also changed certain facts to make it acceptable under Literotica's submission policy.

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SOUTH BEACH 2006

I'd met Geoff and Melanie Snider some eight or nine years ago. The fall of 1997 I think. They'd come into my photography studio with their two young daughters wanting some family pictures on a sunny, humid Miami Beach October day. They looked like a nice family.

The parents had looked about twenty-eight to thirty, around my age, although I remember thinking at the time that the wife might have been a year or two older. The little girls, just ten and nine, were adorable; giggling in the matching, bright yellow, summer dresses their mom had bought them.

But it was Melanie who got most of my attention that day. Even after two children she wasn't far removed from the hot, young models who continuously came through my doors. In fact, she had a motherly ripeness, a voluptuousness that easily eclipsed most of them.

It turned out later she wasn't interested in posing professionally for me. Nor apparently sleeping with me! Or so she said then.

We had a good session; I knew I'd produced some good work, that they'd be pleased. It's always easier shooting people you like.

It turned out we were South Beach neighbors, and over the next few months we would casually run into each other and wave hello and exchange a few words at the local coffee shop or at the newsstand or walking on Lincoln Road.

But it was only when I ran into the whole family tanning naked on Haulover Beach one day that we stopped being acquaintances and became friends. When you first meet someone you know from the real world on a nude beach, you either hope they didn't recognize you and turn away quickly, or you sit down and talk.

I sat. We talked. It just took us seconds to get over the nudity and find out we liked each other. It was easy for Geoff and I – we both had large cocks. There were none of those insecurity issues that often arise between different sized men on a nude beach.

We were both confident in our respective sexuality. I still wanted to fuck Mrs. Snider but I felt that way about a lot of women...

We became good pals and then as the years passed became the best of friends. The girls even started to call me Uncle Jimmy...

But even friends in South Florida don't exchange all their secrets. It's a universe where what you did 'Before Florida' is seldom talked about. Even after eight years as best friends of the Sniders, I didn't know much more about them than that they came from New England, fell in love, made some money in the market, didn't really have any family left, came to Florida for the weather...

It's a story that you hear a hundred times a year in South Florida...yeah, you always know something's being glossed over, that somewhere there's some dark secret in their past but...fuck, I was in the same boat myself.

And so two months ago I found myself sitting with Geoff and Melanie in their family room, the three of us sipping beer after a late BBQ dinner on their patio. It had become a Friday night ritual that we'd grown into, and which moved from their place to mine on a rotating basis.

~~~~

"Do you want to hear a story?" Geoff asked as I sipped my beer.

Looking up I quickly answered, "Sure," but couldn't help but notice how nervous he and Melanie seemed as they watched me from the couch. I was sitting on the floor resting against a fat pillow, just relaxing as I took in Mel's long legs.

He didn't say anything for a while, in fact seemed to be gathering all his strength...

"It can't be that bad," I said grinning.

"Its just that...we've never told anyone," he stammered, "you could...I mean"

"He means you might think us terrible, might hate us," Mel quickly interjected.

"What do ya mean, I love you guys," I protested as I looked deep into her eyes, then his, trying to convey my friendship. She slipped from the couch and embraced me, gave me a quick kiss, then lay against me as we both turned to Geoff.

Still, for seconds he hesitated, then finally mumbled, "Mel's my sister."

I thought I'd heard wrong at first, said "WHAT? Your sister? Who is?"

"He's my little brother," Melanie said.

JESUS H CHRIST, I thought.

"Can we tell you the story?" he asked, a pleading tone in his voice.

Who could refuse that offer! I pushed back deep into my pillow, hugged my beautiful friend...Geoff started to talk...

Geoff's Story

"I was born in 1968, just outside Nashua, New Hampshire," he started. "Mel, my big sister was four...

My dad worked for the state police. He was fifty-seven when I was born, mom forty. I'd been a surprise to them, a welcome surprise from what dad told me later.

Apparently my sister was ecstatic when mom brought me through the door. Mel latched onto me like I was a long awaited doll and never really let me go.

Ma died when I was five, taken by a breast cancer that just roared through her body, destroying her in months. I don't remember her much now, all I have is old photos of a pretty woman, someone who looks pretty much like Mel does today.

Mel became my friend...my mom...my love...simply everything.

I asked her to marry me for the first time when I was seven.

"You're too young for me Geoffie," she giggled that day.

"I'll be older soon," I promised.

"I'll wait then," she agreed laughing.

I seemed to ask her every six months after that; a young boys need, my lack of a mother, requiring constant love from the only woman in my life.

It became a game between us. She often let me sleep in her bed when I was young. Even when I was ten or eleven she'd let me snuggle next to her on cold winter evenings, she'd tell me stories until I fell asleep in her arms.

I had not the slightest sexual feeling for her in those days, didn't even know such feelings existed.

And then, the summer after I turned fourteen she left to go to university and my universe crumbled.

Oh, on the outside it probably looked like I had the world by the balls. I was pretty good looking and did well in school, and then when I showed I could play football my sophomore year...well, it seemed I had it made.

It helped I'd grown a big cock. It was weird, in my sophomore year it just started to grow, and grew, and grew...I quickly got a sort of small town fame, by the end of my junior year just about everyone knew I had about the biggest prick in the school.

It helps! Even as a junior I'd have senior cheerleaders come up to me and let me know they wouldn't mind going out with me. Why not? I was a horny seventeen year old.

But it was always Mel's face I'd see when I was dancing with a pretty girl, it was always Mel in my dreams...I missed her so much.

I only saw Mel fleetingly in those years. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, some time in the summer, although the last two years she was in college she'd worked summers in the city and so Dad and I didn't see her much.

But when she was home I was walking on air, always still in love with the girl who seemed to get prettier and more desirable with each passing year.

And then the phone call!

June 1986

She was suddenly getting married to someone else! Except it wasn't that sudden. We'd heard increasingly more about Bernard over the last two years, even had to endure a week of him the summer before as well as a few days between Christmas and New Years.

Dad was happy when Mel phoned at Easter, announcing their engagement and plans to marry the July 4th holiday weekend. I think he was mainly happy because at seventy-five he had become increasingly worried he wouldn't live to give his little girl away.

"But he's an asshole Dad," I'd argued, pissed off that my beautiful sister was getting married just ten days after my eighteenth birthday.

"Melanie likes him son. And he seems a pretty smart boy. Mel says he's already making a good living."

"But would you want to go fishing with him pa," I interrupted.

"Maybe not son. But shit Geoff, not every man is born to fish. Besides, I got you to fish with," he said as he ruffled my unruly hair.

Maybe if I hadn't been in love with Mel I would have given him a chance, but I was...All I wanted to do was marry my twenty-two year old sister. Fuck her. Have her be the mother of my kids. And instead she was marrying some dork named Bernard!

~~~~

"Geoffrey," she yelled as she hurdled herself out of her car and ran smiling open armed towards me two days before my birthday.

I met her halfway, lifted her easily in my arms, spun her round and round as I clasped her against me...

"Mel," I moaned.

Giggling she ordered, "Put me down, put me down you big brute."

I let her slide down my body, trying to feel every curve of her perfect body.

"Give me a kiss little brother," she sang.

We'd always kissed on the mouth when young, so now I eagerly captured her moist lips in mine, kissed once, again, again, again...let her feel my tongue glide across her mouth, lightly pushed in and touched hers...

"You are happy to see me," she laughed as she pulled way, a tremor in her voice. "And what happened to you? You've grown another six inches since I'm seen you," she said as she reached up to tousle my hair.

I laughed nervously, tongue tied and awkward now, surprised at finding myself taller than sis for the first time in my life.

She moved back into my arms, pressed herself tightly against me, looked up, trying to gauge how tall I was compared to her.

"I'm 6' 2" now," I mumbled self consciously as I felt Mel's breasts push against me, and then as she stood on tiptoe I could feel her mound rubbing against my exploding cock.

Oh God, I thought as my eighteen year old body responded to her. She didn't say anything as I hardened, just gave me another quick peck on the lips, and then as she ruffled my hair again, moving back said, "Every high school girl in the county must be chasing you, little bro."

Blushing, I denied it.

"A handsome man like you?" she teased looking into my eyes with a sister's love.

"C'mon," she finally ordered, "let's go see papa."

I was lost, engulfed in a million emotions as I followed her for the next few days, a happy puppy dog trailing in her wake.

~~~~

Mel baked me a cake for my birthday, just like she'd done so many times in the past. A chocolate layered cake with icing so sweet you thought you'd gone to heaven.

My party, with just the three of us, became one of those happy/sad occasions every family has. Memories of mom...seeing dad at seventy-five and knowing he didn't have much time left...Mel about to leave us...but also the flood of happy memories...everything good in my life had been because of these two...

We all had a couple of beers with the steak, despite Mel's complaint that she'd never been allowed to drink when she was eighteen.

"Ya never asked," Dad remembered.

"I was so innocent," Mel giggled.

Dad was tired by nine-thirty and we put him to bed.

"I'm so happy to be back with you two Geoff," Mel whispered as we watched dad sleeping, "I've missed you guys so much."

"And now you're going for good," I accused before adding, "I love you Mel."

"Me too....And hey, you're still going to see me. I'm just getting married. C'mon, let's go out," she suddenly insisted, "it's your eighteenth birthday and I want to dance with my baby brother."

"You do?"

"Yes, you big doofus. You can dance can't you?"

"You'll see," I promised as I pulled her into my arms and twirled her around.

~~~~

"Happy birthday hon," she whispered in my ear as we danced cheek to cheek as the jukebox played slow music at one in the morning. We were in the 'Galaxy', a one time biker bar just two miles up the road from home that had fallen out of favor, and at one a.m. on a Wednesday night, was almost deserted.

I was afraid to answer. This was all I'd ever dreamed of. Me, a man now, or at least becoming one, holding my sister in my arms as we danced like lovers. I never wanted to let her go!

I was rock hard against her stomach, and yet she made no move to move away, if anything seemed to grind her pelvis against me as we danced. For a whole dance we didn't talk and only when we were well into the second did she whisper in my ear, "You're excited again, little brother." I felt a quick flick of her tongue as she explored my ear.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean," I stammered as I started to pull away.

"It's okay, I like it," she purred as she moved against me. "It feels good."

"It does?"

"You're so big!"

~~~~~

And then we got home – I can remember every word, every touch...it's like I'm there again..........

"Want another beer," I ask as we tumble through the door at two-thirty in the morning and head to the basement with its large family room and my bedroom.

"Ummm...yes," Mel answers, "but I gotta pee first. I'm going to explode."

"Need any help?" I giggle.

The bathroom doors open when I turn from the fridge with two beers in my hand and I can hear her piss tinkling in the bowl.

"Don't look," she hisses across the room when she sees me watching, but makes no effort to shut the door. I see her bare legs in the dim light, see her dress scrunched up around her hips, see the dark triangle between her thighs...

"I'm going to change, be just a sec," I call as I slip into my room. I strip quickly, then stand for seconds watching myself in the large wall mirror, stare as my thick prick stands proudly out, stroke myself.

"Geoff?"

"Coming sis," I answer as I grab a clean pair of white boxers from my drawer.

"You're only in your underwear," Mel squeals when I walk in.

"It's so hot...anyway, you're my sister, you've seen me before. C'mon, put on some music."

"I haven't seen you like this," Mel answers breathlessly, "won't we wake Daddy."

"He can't hear anything up there. God, I can play my music full blast down here and he sleeps right through it."

"What should I play?"

"You pick. Something slow....sexy."

When she turns back from the stereo she sees the lighted joint in my hand, and not recognizing it at first admonishes, "Geoff, you don't smoke do you?"

"Just special occasions," I whisper back, my hand out offering.

"Oh my gawd. You don't?" she cries as the sweet smell of marijuana strikes her.

"Don't you?"

"NO! Never. Gosh, Bernard would have a fit. He doesn't believe"

"You've never smoked?" I interrupt disbelievingly.

Blushing she finally admits, "Maybe once or twice at university...but not when I was seventeen."

"I'm eighteen now!" I say proudly as I slip the joint between her lips.

Mel inhales slowly, holds it for seconds, slowly exhales...mumbles, "Oh god we shouldn't."

"Shhhh," I whisper as I take it back from her trembling fingers.

"God, you've become a delinquent in my absence," she accuses as we start to dance. "What other bad things do you do?"

"You'll see," I promise as I run a hand possessively over her ass.

"Gosh, I'm so hot," she gasps as she pulls away after our first dance.

"Here." I offer her the joint. As she slowly inhales my fingers move to the buttons on her blouse.

"You'll be cooler this way," I whisper as I slide the soft silk over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"It is warm...and no one can see...we are family," she convinces herself as she passes the roach back to my waiting lips and then lowers her skirt, leaving her bare except for her flimsy silk panties and bra.

"Jimmmmmy?" she asks as feels my fingers unsnapping the clasp behind her back, but then moves her body into me after her bras fallen to the floor.

"God, you're beautiful," I moan.

Her firm breasts poke almost painfully into me as we dance, my cock has slipped through my fly and is trapped between our naked stomachs, my hands lightly massage Mel's bum...

We simply luxuriate in the feel of the other, our unspoken desire obvious.

Fifteen minutes later, sitting half stoned and intertwined on the sofa, she asks, "So, who's your girlfriend. Do you do this with..."

"You're my only girl Mel," I interrupt as I kiss her nose.

"Yeah right," and then asks in a little girls voice, "Are you a virgin Geoff?"

"Yes," I lie, not willing to let her know anything about any other girls I may have had, "I saved myself for you."

"Liar," she accuses but I can see she's happy to believe it. "I'll be married soon," she whispers in my ear.

"You're not tonight," I lure as I take her hand and guide it through the slit in my boxers.

"No, we can't, you're my brother. Oh god! Don't Geoff," she moans as I cup her breast. "Pleassssse..."

"We'll never have another chance Mel," I beg as I hug her, "God I love you."

"Oh honey," she moans.

She doesn't release my prick when I remove my hand from hers; she simply slowly runs her fingers caressingly up and then down my throbbing length, encouraging me.

"It's so big, Bernie doesn't have" she protests before my mouth finds hers. I can taste the beer, the weed, her excitement as our tongues clash in need.

I find her wet, sopping, ready when I slide my hand from her straining nipple down across her stomach and under her panties and across her engorged crack.

I stand, quickly strip the boxers and them urgently pull the damp panties from her legs.

"Hurrrrrry!" she suddenly cries as she reaches to grab the shaft poised just inches from her cunt.

"AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhh Geoffffffie," she cries as lunging I stuff my full length deep into her welcoming cave.

I can feel her struggle to take me, feel her vagina wall stretching under my onslaught, feel her slippery, pink insides lubricate me.

She locks her legs around my back as I thrust deep, scratches my back each time I bottom out in her moist, clenching cave.

We both come fast that first time, her shuddering liquid orgasm met by my flooding cum. Each time my prick bucks in my sisters box she groans, and when I finally shoot my last bolt of sticky sauce and start to retreat, she cries, "Nooooo, no Geoff, please, please leave it in...don't stop, pleassssse baby."

"We've got all night Mel, all night sweetie," I promise, and then add, "all our lives."

We fuck slower the second time. It's funny because I end up doing most of the teaching, leading her step by step, from orgasm to orgasm. I've never felt another woman like her, it's like my whole life had just been preparation for this night.

"You can do it again?" she asks wonderingly when I roll her over and slowly fill her doggie style, each long thrust impaling her on the bed. She comes in long orgasmic waves as my flood of cum washes through her...

"Bernie can only do it once, sometimes twice," she moans when later I massage her breasts and caress her nipples as I tit fuck her. She swallows my spunk when my crimson cock spits another load of cum...

We fall asleep intertwined, spent and sticky. I knew my seed was already on the way to making a baby in Mel's womb..........

~~~~

She was lying naked atop the sheets, her cum stained skin illuminated by a shaft of morning sun, when I walked back into the bedroom late the next morning, droplets of water from my shower glistening on my skin.

Waking, she looked up; I could see the momentary confusion in her eyes as she looked at my naked body, could see the unasked questions hanging on her open lips.

"Morning," I smiled.

"Oh god, did I fall asleep here last night? What happened," she asked, "God; I can't remember a thing we did after we left that bar."

As she pretends, I can see every memory from last night flashing across her eyes. "Where's Daddy?" she suddenly asked, worried our father might somehow know.

"I told him you fell asleep on the couch...that you had a little too much to drink ...he's gone to town...he'll be quite a while. But I didn't tell him his beautiful daughter has the sexiest body...that Mel loves little Geoffies prick.

"Geoff!"

I crawled slowly up the bed between Mel's legs, my prick again hard against my stomach.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her eyes moving back and forth from my eyes to my cock in racing circles.

"I could show you what we were doing last night...instead of telling you...if you don't remember."

"We didn't...I was drunk," she denied, "those drugs...you wouldn't have been able to...no Geoff...please...we can't," she moaned, her eyes now mesmerized by my cockhead which now sat poised at her gate, a big oozing drop of precum hanging precariously from its one eye.

"So you don't want to..." I asked as I sat back on my heels.

"No, it's wrong. I'm going to be married in ten days," she whispered as I ran my up and down her thighs.

"You're wet. You want to!"

"I'm not! I don't," she insisted and then flinched as I ran my big finger up and down and then into her pouting crack. "It's just a normal body reaction," she cried when I held up my glistening finger, "it doesn't mean."

I moved up her body, sat straddling her stomach and then held my throbbing cock between her breasts, its sticky head now just inches from her mouth.

"I don't want to," she lied, even as her tongue involuntarily stretched towards me.

"I love you," I whispered.

I cupped the back of her head in my hand, helping to lift her head even closer to me. I slid the heart shaped head between her lips before she could make any further complaint. Her teeth closed just slightly behind the thick ridge, holding me as her tongue took its tentative first lick.

I let her lick and then suck, felt her eagerness as her lips tried to vacuum me deeper into her, then, urgent for her, I pulled out, the moist plop accompanied by her complaint, "but Geoff, I want to taste your"

I slid back down her perspiring body,

I filled her...We fucked hard....and again...

~~~~

"You liar."

"What," I asked smiling.

"You said you were a virgin last night."

"I thought you didn't remember last night," I teased.

"Maybe I do some parts," she giggled.

"This one?" I asked as I put my penis in her hand.

"I don't know, maybe," she laughed as she lowered her head and engulfed me.

~~~~

We spent the next ten days fucking. Almost non stop. She refused to cancel the wedding. I told her she had to, that she'd always be mine.

~~~~

I fucked her as she stood in her underwear just minutes before she slipped the bridal gown over her head, while her friends whispered urgently just outside the door....

And then during the reception we snuck into an unused room and screwed standing up, her cries drowned out by the DJ's music...

And when she went up to change before leaving for her honeymoon I flooded her again before she put on her traveling clothes...

I've never asked Mel what happened when she and Bernard finally got into bed that night...she musta been oozing her brother's sticky cum down her thighs...

~~~~

"That was in July 1986 Jim," he told me at we sat in his Miami home in 2006. I finally got Mel to leave him and marry me in 1992."

"But what happened during all that time?" I asked, now wanting to hear the whole tale.

"I had two babies, Geoffrey's daughters," Melanie started, stirring beside me.

Melanie's Story

"He was a little scamp...right from the time mommy brought him home from the hospital...

If I hadn't of taken care of him who knows what might have happened. And then when mommy died when I was just nine...I sorta became the mommy. Daddy needed me around the house, and with us living outside of town I didn't have much of a social life... in high school I didn't have any boyfriends, god, no boy had touched my breasts, let alone...

Geoff was my man in those days...my only man until I went to university. God, when I got to New York and Columbia I was such a loser.

Bernie was only my second man. I didn't know much. I was a sophomore; he was just about to get his MBA. I liked it, sex, I didn't have anything to compare it with...he was kind, gave me presents...I said yes when he finally asked me to marry him two years later.

~~~~

I almost fainted when I saw Geoff...oh I'd always loved him...but when I went home to prepare for the wedding, god, he was so tall and handsome, he'd become a man. He lifted me and kissed me...and then he had a hard-on. My little brother has a hard-on for his sister and its poking into my stomach. It felt huge!

I knew that first day back I wanted him. I felt like a slut.

And then he drugged me and seduced me.

Except it had been my idea to go dancing on his birthday... it was I who bought the beer. I just thought as we danced maybe it'd be okay just once. I convinced myself it was a goodbye gift, that I could show him how much I loved him.

But after that first night, shit, after he put that big prick in me...Jesus, I'd never thought...Bernie was like a little boy when compared to Geoff. What could I do?

I couldn't cancel the wedding, gosh Daddy would've been crushed...I'd promised Bernie...we had guests coming from everywhere...all the gifts...my girlfriends, the dresses...

Still, I wanted to. I might have cancelled it if Geoff had been twenty or twenty-one. But I knew I had to give Geoff time, god, he was only eighteen...I had to let him grow up...besides I knew I was pregnant, Geoffies baby was growing in me...he was too young.

After that I just pretended with Bernie. In our own way we were happy. Bernie was working hard, actually making a fortune on Wall Street working in the trading department of Shearson Lehman. He was ecstatic his pretty wife had got pregnant so quickly...actually insisted we not make love after the first three months.

I didn't mind. He meanwhile had the first of what became a series of lovers, a little secretary at work. I only learned about her, and the others later.

Geoff visited from time to time. At the end of the summer, thanksgiving, Christmas...he simply took me each time. Didn't ask, wouldn't listen to my weak protests, made me squirm and thrash....

Gabriel Snider Jones was born Feb 27th 1987. Geoff and dad were there in the hospital when my little girl was born...Bernie was in Hong Kong finalizing a deal. Gabriel's real daddy and granddaddy were overjoyed! I let Geoff suck my milk from my engorged teats.

Geoff was in final year high school, so proud of me, of Gaby. And then in June daddy died peacefully in his sleep, a heart attack at seventy-six years old. Geoff was to start at Columbia the following September so of course Bernie and I took him in.

I had our second girl, our beautiful Jenny, in June 1988. Geoff's daughter.

I slept more in Geoff's bed than Bernie's over the next four years. While Bernie globetrotted making deals his brother-in-law fucked his wife. We finally told him in ninety-two.

Geoff just sat him down one night and told him that he and I and the girls were leaving, that we loved each other and always had.

I think Bernie was more flabbergasted than anything else. Finally left the house after a screaming fit, his last words a promise to stop us, kill us if he had to.

His private plane, a plane he'd hired to take him to some godforsaken place in northern Canada, on some last minute urgent mining deal, crashed two days later, killing all aboard.

"We were free," she ended.

"Jesus," I mumbled as Mel lay trembling in my arms, her story over.

~~~~

"We stayed in New York until the estate was settled," Geoff added. "Then we spent a couple of years in France. We had lots of money, it gave us a chance to...I don't know, I guess to become a family."

"And the girls?"

"They were still so young. Mel just told them to call me Daddy and within a couple of months Bernie was almost forgotten and I was their daddy."

"So why'd you finally tell me now," I asked the now smiling couple, looking more at ease with me than I'd ever seen them.

"Sometimes it was just such a heavy load Jim, I wanted to..."

"We always wanted to tell you," Geoff interrupted. "We've talked about it for years."

"But why me?" I asked again.

"We...we've decided to tell...we wanted to try it out on someone...you first...before we told the girls."

"The girls? You're going to tell your daughters?"

"We want to. So much! It's hard Jim, not really being able to talk about our Dad, our youth, our past, with our own daughters."

"They're starting to ask questions," Geoff added, "simple things really, but...I'm never sure exactly what Mel's told them...what I can say."

"We have to tell them...we know it. Telling you showed us we could...that it's possible...telling someone you love a secret like that, like you, it means a lot," Mel said smiling, leaning into me, "And we do love you Jim."

"You know I love you two," I said as a tear slid down my cheek. "Sometimes too much maybe," I added as I wiped my eyes and gave Mel a quick kiss on the lips.

"That was our other reason," Geoff mumbled.

"What?" I asked confused.

"We always wanted you...wanted you to join us...you know, in bed"

"But"

"God, we found you so sexy...gosh, that first day we saw you...at the studio...we'd never been interested in that, you know threesomes, an extra woman or man...we were just fine together," Mel said smiling, her arm draped lovingly around me.

"And then you come along!" she laughed. "The first night after we saw you we talked about you...both of us wondered what it'd be like...we knew somehow you'd be in our future."

"Then we saw you on the nude beach," Geoff chortled, "remember hon, Jimmy's walking up the beach, your big cock swinging," he said as he turned to look at me.

"And then the nights you'd spend over, sleeping in the guest bedroom...oh Jimmy, you don't know how close we came a hundred times to sneaking into your room"

"I wish you had, God Mel, Geoff I wish you had," I cried as I held her, signaled to Geoff to join us on the floor, "I always have loved you two, wanted..."

Mel moved to meet me, kissed me with a passion I'd missed for so many years, then slid down my body and kneeling on her knees in front of me, slipped my shorts from my thighs.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," she giggled as her mouth slowly opened and her liquid lips engulfed my burning cockhead.

I finally had to push her off, then pulled her up and bent her over the arm of the couch, fucked her harder than I'd ever fucked a woman, eight years of pent up desire and lust pounding into her welcoming cunt. She met my every thrust and roared when we came.

We did it a second time, still urgent, passionate, hungry. Coming a second time I looked over and saw Geoff, naked, stroking his long cock, knew in seconds he'd replace me in Mel fiery furnace.

~~~~

I lay back on the couch, my legs spread widely as Mel knelt on the floor between them, her head bobbing in my lap. Geoff was behind her and each time he thrust into his wife's pussy my cock was pushed even deeper into her throat.

Just as the three of us started to explode in orgasm I looked up, my eye caught by some movement over Geoff's shoulder.

The two staring heads disappeared around the corner of the door but not before I'd seen the faces of the Gabriel and Jenny. As each succeeding buck of my prick sent another string of saucy cum into Mel's gaping mouth, I wondered just how much of their parents story the girls had heard.

We slept together for the first time that night, a night for all three of us unlike any other.

Mel screamed in ecstasy when Geoff filled his wife's pussy with cum just as I pumped my load deep up her ass....

She held our cocks together as she licked them, sucking first one, then the other....

By morning we'd decided to live together. I'd found a home, a family at last.

~~~~

Around eleven, the three of us, awake and showered, were sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast when the girls trailed in.

"Hi mom, dad, Uncle Jim," the two mumbled as they stood between Geoff and I.

"So, you sleepy heads are finally up," Dad teased as he ruffled their hair.

"Dad!" the older, Gabriel complained. "Did you stay over again Uncle Jim."

"Your uncle had too much to drink again, had to sleep in the guest room," Geoff answered with a shake of his head.

"Can I have some Uncle Jim?" Jenny asked as she plopped herself down in my lap and grabbed a piece of toast off my plate.

"Sure sweetie," I said, feeling her little butt wriggling atop my soft snake.

"JENNIFER!" her mom yelled, "leave your poor uncle alone."

"You don't mind do you?" she asked me as she leaned her head back against me.

"And you girls should be properly dressed in front of your dad and Uncle Jim," she admonished, referring to the short nighties the two girls were wearing, so thin you could easily see the pointed pink nipples below..

"Well, somebody's certainly in a bad mood this morning," Jen snorted, "I don't think mom got enough sleep last night Gaby."

Mel actually blushed at her daughters words and I couldn't help but notice the quick smirking smiles that passed between the sisters. These two are going to have some fun at our expense I thought to myself.

"So what are you guys doing today anyway?" Gaby asked.

"Probably go to the beach hon," Geoff said.

"Can we come too?" Jen demanded.

"I thought you girls were never going to set foot on a nude beach ever again?" Mel asked with surprise in her voice. The girls had always gone to the beach in the early days but when they'd started to go through puberty four or so years before, had suddenly refused; all of a sudden shy as their bodies changed.

"We're adults now," Gaby announced, and then the two marched from the room.

"What was that all about?" Geoff asked.

"Women are bad enough pal, but teenagers, who knows?" I said laughing, my hand slapping my friend on the back.

~~~~~

When we got to Haulover Beach, Jennifer waited until the rest of us were nude before she slowly started to disrobe. Younger and less rounded than her sister, I could still see a proud excitement in her eighteen year olds eyes as she pulled the top over her head. Her bra dropped seconds later and she then did a quick pirouette on the sand trying to attract as much attention as possible.

"Golly honey," Geoff said with a grin in his voice, "something's happened to your chest. There are two little bumps growing..."

"DADDY!"

"Geoff!" Mel scolded even as her eyes smiled.

Blushing, Jenny sat down scowling, her little striptease for the beach forgotten.

"You're beautiful honey," I told the pouting girl, and then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "and your breasts are perfect."

"They are? Really? Really Uncle Jim?" she asked as she sat straighter and arched her back, a big smile on her lips.

"Magnifico!!" I roared as I kissed my fingers and sent her a kiss. And they were. Not the full rounded orbs of her mother, nor the firm lush flesh of her older sister. But lovely young girl breasts, proud, pink tipped cones that were just big enough to jiggle when she walked. Perfect little handfuls. Her nipples went rock hard as I watched, long thick nubs I just ached to taste.

"Thanks Uncle Jim," she purred, then pulled her tight shorts quickly off her slim hips and down her long coltish legs. A light brushing of soft, brown curls did little to hide her bright pink gash. I felt the blood rushing to my prick.

The two ran giggling down the beach and into the waves, their youthful perfection followed by a thousand eyes.

"Now you two are going to have some fun," I laughed, "the boys are going to be lined up around the block."

"Oh, don't think you're going to miss any of it Unnnncle Jimmmmmy," Mel answered grinning, "seeing as you're going to be living with us."

I kissed Mel, long and hard; she finally pulled away, hissing, "God, not here, we have to tell them first..."

"They're in the water, can't see anything," I answered, my hand lightly caressing her now excited breast. "I love you."

"JIM!"

~~~~~

The two girls were excited all day, obviously happy to be the centre of attention for a thousand staring men. They'd come and talk to us for a while before scampering back to frolic in the white tipped surf, their giggling chatter just drawing even more attention to their young, ripe, teen bodies.

And after each time they swam they walked the length of the beach hand in hand, their wet breasts and thighs proudly on display as they slowly meandered among the naked, leering males.

"You girls keep parading up and down the beach like that and every man in South Florida will be in lust," Geoff teased when the girls returned from another walk.

"Geoff!" his wife scolded.

"Its okay mommy, and for your information daddy, we were just conducting a scientific experiment," Jen answered with a twinkle in her eye.

"An experiment?" I asked cautiously, knowing from both their expressions something was coming.

"Yes daddy," the little minx saucily answered, "Gaby and I were just trying to see if anyone else on the whole darn naked beach has as big a penis as either you or Uncle Jim."

"They don't Daddy," Gaby said, shaking her head, "you two win hands down. Or should I say"

"Girls," their mother warned.

"Well, its okay for you, you already have one of the biggest," Gabriel added huffily to her mom, and then almost sotto voice added, "in fact maybe moms already doubly lucky, eh uncle Jim?"

"What did you say?" Mel demanded.

"Who's bigger anyway Daddy, you or Uncle Jim? I mean of course when you're fully erect," Jen interrupted, the two girls ignoring their mom.

"You girls better skedaddle," Geoff threatened but the girls were already running giggling into the breaking surf.

"And you two better not get any ideas," Mel threatened as the three of us watched Gaby's and Jen's tight little butts as they dove into the white capped waves.

Too late Mel, both Geoff and I thought as our pricks thickened...and lengthened...and if the girls got back soon they just might be able to do an actual measurement.

THE END