Woof Woof Ch 02 3

Author's note; To understand the context, it would help if you have read "Woof Woof", the preceding story. All characters are aged 18+, and all acts are consensual.

The Volvo rolled South, and I calmed down somewhat. Whilst I was still annoyed at my mother and aunt for setting me up to have sex with my sister, confronting them would solve nothing. what was done, was done. I reflected that I would probably have done it anyway, given the opportunity, but they had upset Sally with all their preliminaries, such as mother relating her experience with her own brother, and making my sister play with a dildo, Aunt Jean shaving Sally's pubic hair, and all the rest.

I was determined to have it out with them, and then a thought crossed my mind. What about Dad, did he know about the plot? I had always had a good relationship with him, but he never said anything when he offered to lend me the Volvo so, was he aware of his wife and sister plotting to have Sally fucked by me on her way to college? What a strange family we have become. When I stopped for a coffee and comfort break, I opened a text from mother, to say that she was shopping with her sister-in-law, and that dad had borrowed my Golf to go to work. As dad had entrusted me with the Volvo, I pulled into a hand car wash and spent twenty of his pounds having it washed and valeted and it was still dripping as I pulled into the empty drive at home. I let myself into the house and watched the tv news until I heard the rattle of my old Golf heralding my dad's arrival.

He came into the lounge and asked if I had had a good trip. Then he gave me a stern look and said "I suppose we ought to have a father and son talk." I just nodded and waited for him to start. "What did Sally tell you?"

"Not a lot, I don't know how much she knows about it all, though." She did mention that, when you were all at the villa in Portugal, she and cousin Louise saw and heard what was going on, and was rather shocked." Dad grimaced,

"it did get a bit out of hand, I will start at the beginning."

"Jean and I were in our late teens and on a camping trip with our parents We were about to go off to college and we started to talk about sex, or the lack of it, the conversation got quite personal and continued as we settled for the night into the tent we were sharing. Mum and Dad were getting merry with some other campers as Jean, and I talked about what we had done with the opposite sex. I said I had had sex once, with a girl from school but it was all rather rushed. Jean said that she had sucked a boy's cock, and he had squirted all over her clothes, but she hadn't had sex yet, although our mother has put her on the pill before she went to college 'just in case'. The talk got a lot dirtier, and I showed her my erect cock. She then took off her pajama bottoms, and sex became inevitable, and we both enjoyed it. But we both went away soon afterwards so we couldn't carry on, although we do manage to meet up from time to time and have some happy moments. We respect one another and it's a loving relationship." Dad had a dreamy smile on his face, so I asked.

"When did you tell mum?"

"I met your mother at uni, and when our relationship got serious we exchanged information about previous partners. I confessed to sleeping with Jean and she told me about her brother Donald, and we accepted it."

"So, tell me about your trip with Sally, is she ok?" I assured him she was fine and that I treated her nicely. I didn't mention the Amsterdam cavorting's, or mother and Jean being crude.

We lapsed into general conversation and swapped keys. I put my small bag into the Golf and returned to my little apartment. There was a message on my answerphone from Lily, wanting to meet for a drink. I didn't respond. I ordered a pizza and settled down in the lounge. A text from mother asked me to go round for a chat, so I texted that I would give her a call. Which I didn't. I lay in bed that night with my mind full of Sally. Her smooth body and her silky sex muscles. For the first time in weeks, I masturbated steadily and eventually fell asleep dreaming of my naked sister.

Work became hectic, as I was engaged on a lucrative contract to sort out glitches on the new air-to-air refuelling tankers, I also spent quite some time at the velodrome improving my fitness, but my social life was in the doldrums. Every time I saw a pretty girl in a sexy cycling leotard, I found myself thinking of Sally wearing nothing. My poor old cock took quite a bashing most nights.

Sally and I exchanged texts regularly. Usually suggestive but never crude. In October she announced that she would be flying down for Christmas, and would surprise me with a present, and attached a pic of herself emerging from the shower. It was cruel.

I eventually had to go and see Mum, and told her she had been out of order, but refusing to give her intimate details of our trip to Scotland. She told me that there would be a house full at Christmas, with Sally flying down, plus Aunt Jean and Louise staying for a couple of nights. I kept fending off Lily, who wanted to go to Barbados for the holiday.

A couple of days later I got a call on my phone from an unknown number. It was Louise.

"Hey cousin, can I ask a favour? The Uni in Manchester has an affiliation with the big national velodrome, and I want to know how they operate, can you show me round the one you use? Oh, and I want to have a chat with you before we come for Christmas." Oh dear, I can guess what the chat will be about.

"Sure, I will pick you up next Saturday and show you the ropes." I collected Louise from her house, my aunt was elsewhere. Lou is taller than Sally at about five-seven, with dark curly hair to her shoulders. She has a smaller bust than my sister, but long, muscular legs, and she is a star runner for the school cross-country team. Her outstanding features are her long, curly eyelashes, which she can flutter to great effect.

It's a half hour drive, and we chatted about her upcoming college course, which was commercial law. She never started 'the' chat' she had mentioned. The velodrome was busy, with dozens of cyclists circling, and I showed my cousin all the underfloor ramps, and I asked if she had ever ridden a fixed wheel 'bike. She said no, so I collared one of my fellow members who soon wheeled out a machine for Louise to sample, together with a helmet. After a wobbly start, Lou started to get the hang of it, and said she couldn't wait to have a proper go. We retired to the bright and busy cafeteria, grabbed two coffees and found a quiet corner table. I looked her in the eye

"Ok, cousin, what do you want to chat about.? She returned my gaze.

"Sally and I talk and text all the time, I know all about your trip to Edinburgh, and everything." Are you sure you know everything,? I asked, because Sally told me about what went on when you were in Portugal with Your mum and my parents",

"and I should tell you that my father gave me a long talk when I returned from the trip to Scotland. "

Louise grimaced "And my mum gave me a long talk as well, when we got home from that holiday." we grinned at one another.

"we are a funny family, I guess." Louise looked serious.

"I am quite ok with my mum sleeping with her brother, indeed when they have sex she is always relaxed and cheerful, at other times she can be difficult."

"Sally told me that she was also having an affair with her boss, is that true?"

"Huh, Derek Gregory, he is an odious creep, I don't know why she screws him, but there is trouble ahead, my friend has a brother on the local paper, and he says a big scandal is about to break involving City councillors, a lot of money, and Derek Gregory, so watch this space."

"Did Sally mention that my mum, and yours set her up to have sex before she went to music school, it upset her quite a lot and I will have it out with them both."

"Yes, and mum has been pushing me to find a boyfriend, she thinks I am too close to Carol."

"Who is Carol?"

"We have been friends for years, we have become quite close recently, and make each other happy, but mum wants me to find a man." Louise blushed, which made her most attractive.

"Don't let those women talk to you, they are evil."

"They have started to make hints; your mum can be crude when she has been drinking."

"Let's hope it's all blown over by Christmas, I look forward to having you both stay over." We both stood and Louise put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. "Make sure you treat Sally properly." My mind started to wonder, what had these girls talked about?

December rolled in, my refuelling contract had gone well, and I had triggered a sizeable bonus, so I treated myself to a smart jacket for the festivities and ordered up some presents online. The day before Christmas Eve, Mum and Dad collected Sally from Southampton airport, as she had booked the shuttle flight from Edinburgh. Doris stayed at the school under lock and key. I rolled up the following day to find the house all decorated, and my father setting up a cocktail bar in the hallway. He pressed a strong mojito into my hand, just as Sally wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Merry Christmas, Alan, I've missed you." And I noticed mum giving me a sharp look. She was still trying to get salacious details of the trip from me, but I kept putting her off.

Everyone had made an effort to dress up. Dad was sporting a fancy waistcoat, whilst mother had squeezed into a short, spangled dress. It was obvious that her bra was absent, as her nipples were very visible. Sally was wearing a blue minidress together with black leather boots and Louise had put on a red catsuit, showing her long legs and with a tantalizing zip down the front. But Aunt Jean had really gone to town with a long green dress to the floor, sporting a side slash almost to buttock level. The halter neck also showed her to be braless. Dad kept dishing out his strong cocktails and we all moved to the dining room.

We traditionally ate fish on Christmas Eve, our main celebratory meal, and mother had poached a whole salmon, served with small potatoes and fresh vegetables. It was delicious, and dad kept a steady stream of Sancerre flowing. The conversation became quite raucous, and we moved to the lounge after clearing the table and stacking the dishwasher. By now, mother was getting quite drunk, as dad and Jean kept her glass topped up. Sally and Louise had switched to Cola, and were sat side by side, giggling about something, and giving me sideways glances.

Then it was time to unwrap the presents, mine was a fancy striped dress shirt from the parents, Sally received a pretty set of shortie pajamas, and I had bought her a really nice silver bracelet. I gave Jean and Louise the same present, a bottle of Japanese perfume that, according to the naked actress in the steamy TV commercial, made a lady irresistible. It was getting late, and mother fell over trying to get out of her chair, so dad and Jean helped her towards the stairs. When Jean put lifted her foot up the step, her long green dress split Far enough to expose her bare buttocks, devoid of under wear. Sally and Louise stared, and then they both stared at me. I could only smile and shrug my shoulders. All three of us had a fit of giggles.

It was time for bed, so we tidied the lounge and headed upstairs We had a sizeable, four-bedroom house, so I was billeted in my old room, as usual, Aunt Jean Had the small single, whilst Sally and Louise shared the twin-bedded guest room. There was a large guest bathroom, whilst my parents had an en suite arrangement. I hung up my new jacket, shed my shirt and chinos, and put on my scruffy sleepwear before using the bathroom and brushing my teeth. The house was quiet save for mother's slurred voice from behind their half-closed door. Jean's door was ajar, but her room was empty, so I went to my room, climbed into bed and switched on my bedside radio as was my habit. I had drunk my fair share during the evening and was beginning to drift off when my door clicked open and Sally's head emerged.

"You weren't thinking of going to sleep, were you? You have a family job to do before it's Christmas." The door swung open to reveal Sally and Louise, both stark naked and with big grins on their faces,

"Lou is a bit nervous; can you take it easy."

"This was unexpected. I had planned to fuck Sally once more, all being well, but the two of them"..... Sally slid under the duvet and began to nibble my right shoulder. She flicked the bedclothes aside and Louise climbed in as well. I said we would have to be quiet but Louise said

"I took a peek into their bedroom and your mother has passed out. She hasn't even had time to take her dress off. Your father won't hear anything as my mother's thighs are clamped over his ears, although she has lost her dress." We all grinned. The smell of perfume on my cousin was pervasive.

"Is that my present?" "

"Yes, I've used up a quarter of the bottle." I tilted my head and sniffed her shoulder, at which she giggled, the perfume was, indeed alluring. then I ran my hand down the side of her breast, and she purred. My fingers brushed a nipple, which promptly stiffened, and she turned her head for a kiss. She was a wonderful kisser, and then I felt a hand in the waistband of my sleep shorts, tugging them off. It had to be my sister, who was still nibbling my shoulder. Then her hand grasped my cock, which responded immediately, and I stooped kissing Louise momentarily. "Are you OK with this, Lou, once we start, we can't go back."

"I am fine, mum put me on the pill a month ago, and I am not a virgin, But my first fuck was a disaster, it was Jimmy Williams from school, and he was all over the place and lasted two minutes, Sally says you know what you are doing with that nice cock." Louise then put her hand around my penis, pushing Sally's hand away, and began to stroke me. Sally paused nibbling. "Lick her pussy the same as you licked mine."

"all in good time." I leaned into Louise and took a nipple into my mouth, rolling it around, she groaned, so I turned onto my knees and stuck my tongue into her belly button. She groaned again and I began to lick her lower, taut, stomach. My fingers began to rub on her outer lips as she squirmed beneath my touch. She was neatly trimmed but not shaven and I felt a trickle of fluid as I massaged her folds and then slid a finger into her moist vagina. She started to bounce her hips on the bed, and I brought my face into her crotch, which exuded a mixture of sexy perfume and her secretions. I licked her up and down with the flat of my tongue before removing my finger and poking my stiff tongue inside.

After a few strokes I turned to her swollen clitoris. By now, Louise was well on her way to an orgasm, and after a few licks on the swollen bean, she came with a squeal. Sally had turned round in the bed and now she clamped her mouth around the head of my cock, slavering saliva down the shaft. Then she paused. "Time to do your job, brother, take it slow."

Louise grinned; "Come on, cousin- Merry Christmas!" At which point I shuffled up the bed, grasped my rock-hard cock, and eased the head into my cousin's moist vagina She was very tight, and she winced as I wriggled corona inside. "Do it a bit at a time" she breathed, as I nudged another couple of inches into her tunnel. Then I found that, by easing my penis in and out slowly, she gradually accepted my whole length, and I paused, with my cock totally gripped by her warm, moist, sleeve.

"I've been waiting for this for ages, it feels wonderful, now fuck me properly." I gradually started to stroke in and out, with my pubic bone bumping into her swollen clitoris every time. I was not going to last, and Sally didn't help by sticking her tongue into my ear and muttering filthy encouragement. Louise was grunting and rolling her head from side to side. "I'm nearly there again, keep going."

This was not easy, especially as my sister had now put her hand between my legs and was tickling my balls. I was saved as Louise shut her eyes and orgasmed violently. Only then could I let myself go, and a torrent of cum rushed up my shaft and shot into her welcoming body. I stayed locked into Louise for a few minutes, and then rolled aside. Sally turned and kissed me ardently. "Job done, brother, You know how to do your family duty." We both started laughing. She looked at Louise.

"Give him a few minutes to recover, then give me a hand getting him up again, I am very horny." I lay back, willing my cock to rise, but it stayed flaccid. Then Louise started to gently stroke me, and it began to stir. She then got it to stand stiff when she rolled the head around inside her mouth, making me groan. Sally moved her aside and took my cock into the back of her throat, making it twitch. "My turn, now, brother, just lie still for a minute." Then she swung a lovely leg over my body, grasped my penis and slowly slid downwards. It had been ten long weeks since we had shared a bed in Scotland, far too long.

Her silky embrace was totally arousing as she began to skillfully work me, her beautiful breasts swinging above my face. I lifted my head to nibble on a nipple. Sally groaned, and her pumping quickened. Louise had been silent, watching the display, then she reached under Sally and began to rub her cousin's clitoris. Sally squealed and orgasmed on my cock. Five more strokes and I joined her, sending a depleted squirt into her willing vagina. I was now totally fucked, and my poor cock shriveled rapidly. I kissed both girls and excused myself for a pee. Still naked, and covered in sweat, cum, and perfume I walked into the bathroom to find Aunt Jean, stark naked, sat on the toilet, peeing into the bowl. "Sorry!" I said, as I felt embarrassed. Jean smiled;

"Your mother is using the en suite, don't worry, I've finished." She looked at my encrusted, resting cock. " It looks as though it's been busy." She smiled, stood, and flushed the toilet. I looked at her nude body, lean and fit, with small breasts topped by long nipples. She reeked of my perfume present. Then the door opened and Sally and Louise both walked in, stopping when they saw Jean. They were both naked, and Jean looked at her daughter, who had a string of goo running down the inside of her leg.

"Did he treat you nicely?" I felt myself blushing.

"Yes, a perfect gentleman, and I mean perfect." Louise grinned at her mother, who leant forward and kissed her daughter on the forehead. "My turn to cook breakfast." Said Jean, as she walked out of the bathroom and into my parents' room, still naked. I heard my father say something, and then their door closed. "We fancy a shower." said Sally "Room for three." This was, by now, Christmas day, but my tired body and drooping cock managed one final, soapy, entanglement before Jean shouted through the door that breakfast was on the table.

We had a quiet day; mother was unwell and dad also a bit hungover. I had time for a long chat to Sally, who asked me to visit her in Edinburgh. I declined, saying that we should keep up the intimacy, but save it for special occasions, she then she told me that she had enjoyed sex with one of the boys from the academy, but it was early days. I wished Louise well with her studies in Manchester and shared a passionate kiss. As I said farewell to Aunt Jean, she also gave me a very un -aunt like kiss, and thanked me for 'looking after' her daughter, squeezing my genitals at the same time.

I decided that the dog needed a long rest.