"You heard your son, little sister! Climb on in! Watch your most wonderful lover 'deflower' my 'rosebud'...
"Sorry, sis. I've got to get ready for my presentation... It's in an hour. And Bobby: I want you to back your penis out of your aunt's ass very carefully and go wash it off! Let's don't take any chances and get germs in that sweet pussy of hers. You may be making a baby and ... Oh my... Where's your pussy hair? You're bald! Did Bobby do that? It looks delicious, so white, so baby butt smooth, and ... Damn, I'm late."
"Bobby shaved me last night while you were fucking my husband. How was he?"
"He kept talking about Bobby and what a fine young man he was. He fell asleep before he could get it up. And this morning, I left the house before he woke up. I didn't get much sleep thinking about you two. I wasn't jealous. It was more like wanting to be with you and making love over and over to my son and my sister."
"I missed you, too, sis. Oh, your husband called last night. Bobby was really funny! He pretended that you were taking a shower. He said that 'Felix was the center of attention' and that made him 'rise to the occasion' or something like that. Oh, and 'Felix just gushed' and that you and I were very friendly. Isn't that a hoot?"
"Did he catch on?"
"Not at all. Bobby told him that the meeting was rescheduled for Friday morning and that you two wouldn't be driving home until the afternoon. Bobby seems to be worried that his father might disown you two if he catches on to your affair."
"Bobby will figure something out. It's going to be hard to fool his father if I start showing. I'm sure there's something that Bobby can do, isn't there, baby? Or should I say, baby maker?"
"I'll work on it while you're at your meeting."
"Oh, Bobby, as soon as I leave you're going to start working on Helen and maybe, just maybe, if she leaves you with any 'inspiration' you might work something out."
Aunt Helen said, "You'd better go, sis. We don't want you to be late, do we?"
"You mean, 'You'd better go' so Bobby and I can get it on! That's okay though, you can fuck him while we're in town because I'm going to fuck him 'til the day we die!"
"'Bye!"
"Are you all cleany clean, Bobby?"
"Better check it out, Aunt Helen."
"It looks so good. I love to lick it. It's so hard... and long. Can I suck it? Just a little bit?"
"Be my guest. ... That feels good. Aunt Helen, why does it feel so good making love to Mom and you? Shouldn't I be ashamed or guilty or funny about having sex with family members?"
"mmm I can't explain it either but I think it's like familiarity and availability. When I was a teenager, my father gave me a box of chocolate covered cherries. My mother told me that I couldn't have any until Lent was over -- Easter Sunday. I unwrapped them and looked at them every night. Then I got to rubbing each of the pieces and sucking my fingers every night. And then the juice started getting on my finger tips and I licked that off. Needless to say, by Easter, I had eaten every one. And I didn't feel that I had done anything wrong. How can one love chocolate and not taste it?"
"I'm beginning to see what you mean. Last summer, when you and Catherine came to Memphis for Connie's eighteenth birthday, I started noticing that Catherine's breasts were as large as yours and it was all I could do not to touch them. I checked out Connie's too, but yours, Mom's and Catherine's had me fantasizing for weeks... I still do. And the more I'm around Connie, the better she looks. I wonder if she would like to have sex with me."
