In the first three Chapters I told you all about our decision to create a Family Calendar as a Christmas present to be sent to our various and many relatives.
And I brought you through the months prior to the calendar being produced, the story culminating in the actual, rather chaotic photo shoots for a calendar that was supposed to have two facets it seemed; a 'nice family' calendar for our relatives and a 'nude family' one for us.
So in Chapter Four I'll bring you towards the finale of our efforts - that effectively cancelled out our plans for a "nice" family calendar and which produced for us some very memorable moments - with many more pleasurable times to come, it would seem.
So off we go again on my lighthearted romp, although I'll just mention that if you read the whole story from the start of Chapter One you'll get up to speed more easily...
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Despite my expectation of another session the following day, a couple of days had somehow slipped by; time waiting for no man, or woman, although that at least gave us all a chance to top up our energy levels, I guess. Various family matters had got in the way of our photo shoots but it had given Dad time to buy a camcorder - and to get to know the basics of how to use it.
Somewhat ecstatically Dad showed us how the camera worked, including a brief demo film he'd made, which he now showed on the TV, revealing that he had quite a good eye for a nice camera angle. I had a feeling that things in our household would never, ever be the same again!
Actually, how could they?
We'd all had sex with each other, incest was now rife and we'd taken to it like a duck takes to water!
Mum also announced that all three ladies had taken morning-after pills following that first evening and that no lasting damage had been done - yet! But none of them were prepared to go onto contraceptive pills, citing weight gain and other undesirable side-effects. They'd unanimously considered it to be more erotic to take the calculated risks of pregnancy - the act of accepting into a fertile body, sperm from one of the family - just to make our couplings that much more exciting, it seemed.
Early that evening, after we'd enjoyed a tasty light repast, we gathered once more in the lounge - no trepidation on anyone's faces this time - now we all knew each other very intimately and knew that there really were no limits.
"Right-ho," said Mum, "Who wants to wear what? You all dressing in your costumes?"
"Actually Mum, since you mention costumes and since we're starting with August, why don't we wear our swimming costumes?" asked Liz, "I bought a lovely little bikini that I've been itching to show off."
"Funny you should say that," replied Mum, "I bought one for our holiday and then never used it - be nice to try it on."
Then Mum sniggered.
"Hah - your Dad's got some shorts too which he never wore either - that was a good idea Liz - let's go for it!"
There was a concerted rush for the bedrooms with clothes being cast off left and right, before Angie reappeared first, attired in not much more that a couple of small handkerchiefs it seemed. Lightly floral in pattern, the scraps of material seemed designed to reveal as much as they hid; the top was so thin that her small firm nipples pushed through even to the point of allowing the dimpled texture of her aureoles to show. The bottom half merely covered what it needed to; the lips of her naked slit. I'd ogled her in underwear that was less revealing and now I was captivated.
But my attention was almost immediately drawn to Liz who now appeared in her doorway and whose outfit even left Angie's in the shade. Just sections of braided coloured string it seemed, that clung to the generous contours of her breasts and allowed her nipples to stick through the holes. Her lower garment was just as see-through, revealing manicured pubes and a tantalising glimpse of her clit.
I felt my eyes open wide just as my mouth fell open too and I let out a long breath.
"Wow, girls," I said, almost lost for words as I shook my head, "And you were going to wear that this summer? Fuckin' hell - you'd have been screwed in minutes!"
"Mmmmm!" hummed Liz, "That was the general idea! So what're you going to do about it?"
I really would have liked to just tear off Liz's bits of string and to ravage her right there but we had roles to play, pictures to take and acts to perform so I managed to restrain my already rampant penis, sorely tempted as I might be.
I had to think of Tim and Dad wanting their share too, I guessed, and the idea of us all fornicating together brought a small eruption of precum from my aroused cock. I looked down and saw my lubricant oozing through the thin fabric of my briefs, turning the pale blue into a dark blue patch.
"Ha - you too!" said Tim from just beside me, "Jesus - this is going to be hard!"
He laughed self-consciously - "Well, it's hard already actually!"
His big penis was indeed straining to escape from his own briefs; another inch and it would be out past the waistband...and it was jerking as his heart pulsed.
Then Mum and Dad appeared almost together, both wearing their holiday outfits - Mum's bikini almost as skimpy as Liz's and straining even harder to contain her bounteous breasts, the main difference being that Mum's considerably larger nipples were very prominent - I immediately guessed that she must have played with them, or Dad had, before leaving her room.
And Dad's outfit was very little more than a posing pouch held in place by a G-string and waistband; a pouch that really wasn't big enough for his lengthy instrument. That quickly became evident as he spotted the girls, his penis immediately starting to try to stretch out in its very confined space. Soon it was overfilling his pouch and was pushing the material away from his belly; soon it would be as good as useless as a cover for his cock!
"Come on," Mum exhorted as she saw her husband reacting, "We'll never get anything done - Tim, Angie, to your places."
Angie was already feeling frisky it seemed as she walked slowly in front of Tim, her hand behind her and obviously feeling for his cock, her face excited and happy.
I saw Tim thrust his pelvis forward; Angie was definitely getting a good handful!
"We're not going for the demure look, are we?" asked Mum as she turned to her husband and he shook his head.
"Waste of time," he mumbled, "Might just as well let them get on with it!"
Mum had a scenario in mind for the first shoot and got Angie to perch herself on the edge of the settee and arranged Tim at her feet; on his knees and half turned towards her, his head leaning back against her thigh.
Dad got down low to catch the scene from a different angle just as Angie sniggered.
"You're tickling," she chuckled to Tim, "You're blowing on my thighs..."
"Shall I blow on your pussy instead?" said Tim mischievously, "Bet you need cooling down."
Dad set things going as he moved a little closer.
"Good idea, go on then, pull her bikini aside a bit; it'll make a good picture," he said, "Do it slowly..."
Angie decided that she was the one to do the pulling and she slowly slid the small scrap of material aside, gradually revealing her pink shaven mound and gradually uncovering one puffy lip, slowly followed by her smooth slit and then her other lip. Subdued growls could be heard as the men watched her display...then, as instructed Tim blew on her slit causing Angie to jerk and quiver ecstatically.
Angie's slit looked as if it was sealed; it was a simple line of division of her flesh with the merest protrusion of her clit at the top; it certainly didn't resemble the hole that both Tim and Dad had had their cocks buried in!
