Chapter 15 - 1

The next morning, I had work again. I kissed both of my sisters before getting up. I scooted them together to cuddle in my bed. So damn cute and sexy. Then, I repeated yesterday's prep with more time to grab cereal before heading out for the day. My day goes like many others at the store--periods of super busy, to slow, and even dead. Eventually, my full shift was over, and I headed home. I looked forward to getting home to my family. That hasn't been the case as strongly until this last week.

I get home and am a little disappointed to find the place empty. I decided to do some laps, changed into my trunks again, and hit the pool. I dive in and start doing a couple of slow laps to get warmed up, then add a little speed. I do ten more laps, and as I finish, another body hits the pool in a smooth dive. As I lean against the side, I watch Mom cut through the water just as sleek as her daughters. She does a few warm-up laps, too, then stops by me.

She stands up and moves to me, saying, "Good afternoon, Petey." She giggles, then continues, "Feel up to doing a few more laps with your old Mom?" She slips right up to me, wrapping herself tightly to me before kissing me hard and grinding on my hardening cock.

"Sure, I'll join you, Mom, but first, you're Not old. Second, if you keep rubbing on me like that, you're going to ruin my aerodynamic body." To get a little even, with one hand, I pinch a nipple, and the other, I slide into her bottoms and finger her pussy a few strokes, then pull out.

Mom moans at both, then says, "After our laps, Peter, I need you to fuck me again. Dad will be home late tonight, and I need you."

I grin and reply, "Yes, Mommy." We chuckle together, then line up at one end, push off, and do five more laps.

After the laps, we slip to the shallow end and the stairs like yesterday to catch our breaths. After a few minutes of companionable silence, I look at Mom. I then slip my arm around her waist and pull her into my lap, facing me. We look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, then I lean in and kiss my mother like a lover. Our tongues immediately intertwine, and we kiss passionately for several minutes. My hands slip inside her bikini bottoms, cupping her luscious ass kneading it. Mom moans, almost a low growl. I then pull my hands out and untie her top first, then her bottoms, setting both parts to the side. Mom then sits there in my lap, completely nude, grinding on my cock even harder. I lift her slightly in my lap and tug my trunks down and off. I settle Mom down directly on my stiff cock, and she slides right down with a louder moaning growl.

"Oh Fuck Yes, Petey."

I move us up the steps to clear the pool water but otherwise stay buried in my Mom's hot cunt. "Bounce on me, Mom, fuck yourself with my cock. I'm gonna Breed you just like my sisters."

"Oh Jesus, Peter, don't say that. It makes me want you to do that. Oh Fuck."

Mom sets her feet on the step and begins to bounce on my cock. Soon, with the dirty talk, she is very close.

I then say, "Do you want me to fill you so full of my cum Mom you do get knocked up by your own son?"

"Oh, Jesus Christ. More than anything now." She replies, bouncing faster and harder.

"How about if Dad and I spit roast you like Harry and Mr. Sanchez? Would you like that? Maybe shove a dildo into your beautiful ass and make you air-tight Mom." She wails and cums hard, squirting just a bit at the imagery I put into her head. She stops bouncing, riding out her orgasm, breathing hard.

When she comes down, I start rocking my hips, just moving an inch or so but stimulating her overheated cunt. "Jesus, Peter, your dirty talk is awesome, and you fuck so well. No wonder your sisters want to keep at it with you."

"It's because we love each other, Mom. Just like you and I now. We won't be stopping anytime soon, I don't think. Will we, Mom?"

"No, I don't think so. It's just too hot. Fucking my own son. Him telling me he is going to breed me. Jesus, you are so dirty, and I love it." I grin at my mother's compliment.

She pulls back and asks wide-eyed, "Would you actually do that, Petey? Fuck your own mother to put a baby in me?"

"As truly Hot that thought is and the same with my sisters, I don't think so, Mom. Your career is doing great, and you love it. I wouldn't want to ruin that for you. Or ruin my sister's future. Patty really loves animals, and I truly think she will be a great Vet. While Ray is going for a more tech-savvy track, she also loves her work with computers and coding. I couldn't do that to them or you." But I then look at her with a lusty gleam in my eyes and say, "But I will continue to tease you and them with that. Just the thought of having your own son or their brother knocking you up and giving you that swollen belly is pretty hot."

Mom moans. "Take me to your bed, Peter. I need you to fuck me good and hard and breed me. Fuck me so good you put that baby belly on me."

I stand with Mom, still impaled on my cock. I walk us into the house, not caring about the dripping water. I walk into my room, stopping next to my bed. I lift her off my cock and surprise her by tossing her onto the bed. She squeals, and I dive on my mother, I attack her sweet pussy, and she gets off in minutes. I swiftly move up her hot MILF body and impale her again and begin fucking my mother into my bed to loud moans and screams of her pleasure. When she cums a second time on my bed, I pull back and flip her to her knees and quickly begin pounding her pussy from behind.

Her moans and screams continue but less loudly as I push her face into a pillow. As my orgasm approaches, I say to her, "Get ready, Mom. Your Baby boy is going to fill you up with a massive creampie and Breed you like you want! Cum for me, Mom, as I fill your cunt and womb with my hot potent seed." She screams out, and even with the pillow is very loud as she cums harder than she ever has before, followed immediately by me filling her with a truly spectacular load. I fall forward across her back, pressing her deeper into my bed until moments later, I roll off, pulling her with me staying plugged into her leaking cunt, spooning her gently, calming her.

"Holy Christ, Peter, that was the best I've ever had. That's saying a lot after all the men and sex I've had. My son is truly a fucking STUD!" She says, still nearly breathless.

I grin behind her and say, "Thanks, Mom. It was pretty great for me, too. I think that might have been the biggest load I ever delivered, too--maybe enough to actually knock you up."

She moans again, then says, "Oh God, after that, I'd be okay with that, Peter. But I think your Dad might get pissed off. He has had a vasectomy and would know it's not his." I stroke in and out of Mom with the last of my deflating erection to serious squelching and slurping from her overfilled pussy. "My God, I'm so full I almost think I taste it."

Grinning, I pull her face around to face me, and after kissing her deeply, I say, "I could arrange that for you. Maybe as dessert after dinner?"

Mom kisses me again hard and, pulling back, replies, "Hell Yeah. Will you fuck me again too?"

"Didn't you say Dad will be home late, but won't he be home before that?"

She sighs and says, "I guess you're right, but I still want that load down my throat. I love sucking cock. Yours will be no exception, and after this afternoon, it will be well worth it even if your father catches us."

"If you want to tell him, it's okay if he won't mind. He doesn't seem to mind sharing you with your friends, so his son shouldn't be that much harder."

"Are you sure?" Mom asks.

"If it won't hurt him or you, I'm good. But one other thing, I did ask the girls about. I asked them if they would mind or think less of me if we did anything, and they said no, no problem. But they went on to say after I asked them about that with Dad, they both didn't want to. They want to maintain their 'Daddy's Girls' relationship. I agree that them having sex with Dad would definitely change that."

"What about Us, Petey? Does this change our relationship? You know, in a bad way?" Mom asks with a concerned look.

I grin at her. "Maybe in a kinky way, but not bad in the least. We have always been close, Mom. I have always been your 'Baby boy.' This new expansion of that is just an expansion, not a replacement. I love you, Mom, and I always will."

"I love you too, Peter Jackson Phillips. You're my Baby boy forever, no matter how old we get." We kiss tenderly, and at that moment, my cock slips from her pussy with a plop and a flood of our juices.

I look down and chuckle, "Well, there goes my bed again." Mom giggles as she can feel all that cum slipping from her snatch.

"Well, I guess that signals a trip to the shower, huh? Care to join me?" She asks with a naughty yet loving smile.

"I would love to. In your shower or my sister's?"

"The Master, of course, it has more room to fool around." She giggles, and I grin, leaning in to kiss her again. I get up and quickly grab a dirty shirt from the hamper, ironically, the one from Saturday night.

I hand it to Mom, saying, "To keep you from leaving a trail of evidence as we head to your bathroom."

Mom giggles, then replies, "Yeah, I still feel pretty full. Thank you, Pete. I love how you fuck me, not to mention how you love us all." She stands, holding the shirt to her crotch, and kisses me tenderly.

"Always Mom. Now, let's get cleaned up before my sisters get home." She just smiles and walks out ahead of me on the way to her shower swaying her ass provocatively. She looks over her shoulder at me and giggles.

We climb in the shower together, Mom dropping the shirt in the corner before looking up at me and smiling. I take her in my arms again. Then I surprise her and spin her around, pinning her to the glass shower enclosure and take her sweet pussy from behind with a renewed erection. She moans deeply as I enter her again, and I begin to pound her pussy like I know she loves, and we cum together quickly.

I fill her again, whispering, "Baby belly from your own son." She moans even louder as a fresh orgasm starts on top of the first one. I have to hold her up from slipping to the shower floor but enjoy the closeness with Mom, and she does as well. We kiss while we both recover.

Mom is decidedly tired after cumming hard six times in about an hour, one of those a double in the shower. We then gently clean each other using just our hands and soap to feel each other's skin slip beneath our touch. We enjoy our newfound relationship component and, after cleaning up, get out and dry off. Mom steps out to put on another lightweight summer dress. I head back to my room and, after throwing on a tee and shorts, pull the comforter from my bed and get it into the laundry, throwing a few other items in, including my trashed shirt from Mom's shower.

When I come out of the laundry, my sisters are just coming in through the front door. They see me and squeal and jump me for kisses. We kiss for a good minute, then break up to head over to the couch. When we turn to move, we see a grinning Mom leaning there just outside the kitchen.

"You guys are just so cute together." She sighs.

The girls stop and rush Mom and give her kisses and hugs, too. I just smile, watching the three most important women in my life. 'Wow, I am one lucky son of a bitch.' I can't resist stepping up and hugging all three at once. They all sigh, and we stand there for a few extra seconds.

We pull apart, and Mom looks at us and then asks my sisters, "Which of you girls wants to help me make dinner?"

"I will, Mom. I don't help enough, and Ray does it so much. I should do better." Says Patty, smiling at Mom and our sister.

"Okay, How about suggestions for dinner and dessert?"

We all think, and then Ray speaks up, "I was thinking spaghetti, but after pizza last night, maybe not."

Patty nods, then suggests, "Do we have enough leftovers to make 'Garbage'?"

We all chuckle at the old joke about when we were younger, Dad saying, 'We need to clean this thing out, or it's all going to be garbage.' So Mom got creative and threw a bunch of partials of this and that into a hash-like meal, which was henceforth referred to as you 'garbage.' It turned out really good; occasionally, Mom would see the potential and make it again. It was never the same each time, but it was always good.

Mom and Patty chuckle and turn to the fridge to check on the ingredients. Smirking, I ask, "Do we have any Chocolate Creampie in the freezer Mom?"

Ray just moans at the thought. But Mom slings it right back, replying, "Yum, I'm always in the mood for a creampie. Check on that, Patty."

"Sure Mom. Wait, are you talking about a real pie or another kind of creampie?" That's when Patty notices Mom's hair is still a little damp from the shower. "Did you guys have sex this afternoon?"

Mom smiles, "Your brother is a bonafide Stud, girls." I just grin broadly. Mom continues, "He gave me three creampies this afternoon, and the middle one gave me both the biggest orgasm I have ever had and also the largest load I think I've ever taken. Now that's saying something." Ray and Patty both look at me amazed.

I shrug and say, "It was a Very good afternoon." We all laugh.

Ray pulls me to the living room couch and asks me for details. That's while Mom and Patty look for ingredients and talk about it, too, Mom grinning at me occasionally over her shoulder. Meanwhile, I fill in Ray on the afternoon's events from the pool to my bedroom to finally in the shower. She asks what made it so hot. I chuckle and tell her about teasing Mom about 'Breeding' her. Ray gasps but grins broadly, remembering what it did for her and Patty. We kissed a little bit, enjoying the closeness and the tenderness she and I shared.

After a good half hour, Mom and Patty have the 'Garbage' finished, and everything else is nearly ready. Ray and I hopped up and set the table for us all, including setting a place for Dad in case he made it home soon for dinner. Dad does make it home, but just a bit too late to really join us for dinner. But to be a good wife Mom had made sure to plate him up some of our meal as we all grabbed our first platefuls, so he can get some when he gets there. We are mostly done eating when Dad arrives, but we all stay at the table while Dad eats just to be together.

After dinner, the little leftovers are put away, and the dishes are cleaned. Everyone gathered in the living room for more TV family time--another happy evening with more competition, with me and the girls barely edging out our parents. We slip over to Netflix after seeing primetime sucked like normal in the summer. We watch another Adam Sandler movie, and when the lovey scenes start, the girls and I and our parents start kissing gently. Dad finally sees how I am with 'his Girls' and smiles--after that, kissing Mom more passionately but soon returning to a more romantic make-out session.

Many other evenings end the same way over the next couple of weeks, sometimes one of the twins spending the night, more than a few times both, and only a few times when neither does. Twice, Mom slips in with Dad's blessing. She had told him about us, and he smiled, saying, "Good, I could use the rest."

Soon enough, Dad came to me and told me they would have another 'social engagement' and requested that we make ourselves scarce. I tell him I'll let the Twins know, too. He nods and walks off. I remember their cryptic conversation from the other night. An idea comes to me, and if it's that weekend, this being Tuesday, I need to work fast. I move around the house, counting up the quantity of items I will need for the suitable locations. I go over to our local Best Buy and get what I need. It takes me two days to get everything set up and running.

When Friday night comes, and we all head out, my stated plans were to head over to spend time with Chaz and Denny. Instead, I pop into a local under-21 bar for a few hours. While there, I texted my sisters off and on to see what they were up to, but not a lot, as it turns out. They went to one of their swim teammates' houses to spend, you guessed it, much of the time in their pool. When I figured the shenanigans were well underway, I went home.

I quietly went into the house like before. I was a little disappointed no one was making use of the kitchen table. It's probably better there wasn't, though. I think I was lucky not to get spotted last time. I checked my room quietly. No one was there, so I checked my setup and found it was operating perfectly. Once I was satisfied, I went creeping about the house casually. Just like before, the living room was an active zone of fornication. I saw Dad there with someone on top of him riding cowgirl, and it might have been Becky. Whoever it was was very enthusiastic either way.

I checked each bedroom and even the girls' bathroom for activity. Everywhere was occupied due to the noises coming from inside each. I made my way down to the Twins' bedrooms and heard Mom in Patty's room again, thoroughly enjoying whoever was with her. I stepped over to Ray's room just as the door opened, and a man stepped out but with his back to me. I heard a voice I recognized immediately and knew this was who Mom and Dad were referring to.

She was saying, "Send in the next cock, I need more."

He begins to close the door, and right before it latches, I say from behind him, "I got this. Thanks." He shrugs with a glance over his shoulder but doesn't see me as I step around him into the room. I flick off the lights as I step in and then close and lock the door. I hear that voice say, "Ooo, a surprise creampie for my bucket. Yeeesss."

I strip down and step closer to the bed but say quietly. "It's only a surprise for a little bit, Dear..." I step back to the light switch, but before I flick the light on, I hear Mom coming out from across the hall. And with the lights off, I quickly open the door, grab Mom by the hair, and drag her in. I close the door and relock it to an excited squeal from Mom. I hold her by the hair in front of me between the voice and the door. I flick on the light and say, "The surprise is almost over, Dear." She squeals just like Mom in excitement.

With a shit-eating grin, I slip from behind Mom, putting a hand over her mouth. I say to the voice, "Having a good time, Aunt Carrie?" There lay my mother's younger sister, Carrie, naked and her legs spread, displaying her cunt covered in what is obviously multiple cum loads. Carrie just freezes, and Mom gasps under my hand. I whisper to Mom, "Just watch and don't speak, Mom." She nods, and I uncover her mouth as I step to the foot of the bed to look at my aunt. "So how many loads are in your 'Bucket' Aunt Carrie?" My grin takes on a decidedly wicked cast. She can't speak and just holds up four fingers. I then ask, "How many men so far?" She holds up six. "So you swallowed two then huh?" She nods, her eyes locked to mine wide with fear.

"Well, well. Who would have thought my Christian School Elementary teacher aunt is a cum whore, a Cum Bucket for lots of men. What's the most you've taken before Aunt Carrie?"

She swallows hard and croaks out, "T-ten. You're not g-g-gon-na tell any-any-anybody, are you PJ?"

"It depends, Aunt Carrie, if we can make a deal, but before that. I need some information, okay? How often do you do this, let a bunch of men use you as a Cum bucket?"

"O-only when we have these g-get togethers."

My aunt is the prototypical Christian Elementary School lady. She even wears a cardigan with the eyeglasses on a chain, long skirts well below her knees, but rarely to her ankles. Most everything makes her seem shapeless, but when she's over for family pool parties with us, her figure is just as good as her sister's, curvy in all the right places. Hers isn't quite as tight as Mom's, but she eats right and takes regular walks to stay in shape. She is the same height as my mother, at 5'7", but her hair was just the opposite in coloration, more red than brown with lighter red highlights. Her breasts are slightly more perky as having not had children like Mom. To say she is a vision lying there naked is highly accurate.You don't go to bars and take on all comers until you're full?"

She blushes hard, a dramatic change from being white as a sheet after I revealed myself. "NO, Never!"

"No glory holes either?" I ask, grinning hard with a bit of an edge.

"Hell No!" She nearly chokes, saying.

"So if you got a regular dick, you wouldn't need to do this anymore?"

"Well, I don't know. I guess so b-but I don't have time t-to d-date, so I come to these 'things' and do 'this.'" She says 'things' with almost contempt and a bit of resignation about 'this.'

"Okay, Mom, get in there and clean out that swampy pussy. I want it just as clean as I leave yours after a session in the shower."

Aunt Carrie's eyes go even wider if that's possible, and she is finally able to look at her sister. Mom grins and says, "Well, it's a little early, but I can do that." She kisses me hard before going in, a loving and lust-filled look on her face. Mom then hops on the bed face-first into her sister's splattered cunt. Carrie begins moaning immediately.

I watch for a bit, then seeing Mom's tight pussy winking at me, I slide up behind her and ask, "Have you been creampied already tonight, Mom?"

Without taking her mouth from her sister's used cunt she nods, then pulls off saying, "They were all small ones from old men. Honey, fill Mommy up with a real one, Pleeeaasssee?" I chuckle, letting my love for her show and slip into Mom's pussy. Aunt Carrie sees me begin to fuck Mom and gasps but soon realizes I'm not exactly 'Fucking' Mom. I'm making love to her with passion. Her gaze becomes a little wanting.

Mom continues to clean out Aunt Carrie's cunt and then continues to bring her to orgasm while I bring one to her, with my load filling her right after. She moans deeply into Aunt Carrie. Carrie screams out as we daisy chain a shared orgasm. We all grab a few deep lungfuls of air, and Mom and I move to cuddle Aunt Carrie. We can see the questions on her face. I lean up and kiss Aunt Carrie for the first time, as lovingly as I do Mom or my sisters. She is surprised again but soon kisses me back just as tenderly.

When we break the kiss, she sighs deeply. She looks at me, and after a few extra seconds with her mouth moving but nothing coming out, she stops trying. She regroups and finally asks, "How long have you..." She can't finish.

Mom gently pulls her face to her, and after a quick peck, she takes this one. "It's been a few weeks, but it all came about unexpectedly. A day after our last event, Darrell and I found out that all three kids' plans had gotten blown, so they came home and walked into the scene. The girls had come in the front and... well, you tell it, Petey. It's really your story."

"Okay, Mom."

I kiss Aunt Carrie again, also gently caressing her face tenderly to another deep sigh from her. I tell her the story just like we had told the folks, but it is a little less graphic. I told her about seeing Mom in Patty's room and Dad in the living room. I then pulled the twins out and left in Mom's SUV. She is with me so far and nods. I kiss her again, reassuring her as Mom and I keep gently stroking her skin. I even lightly rub her pussy to a small pleasant gasp from her. I smile and continue. I told her about the diner and then going to the motel with the twins. None of us wanted to come home. Her eyes go a little wide, and she nods again.

I look at Mom, asking with my gaze about sharing my new relationship with them. "Tell her, Baby. It will comfort her."

I nod and continue telling her how the three of us had discussed being surprised but not disgusted by seeing the 'event.' Of course, in the seeing and then discussing, we all got turned on. "We all became intimate, Aunt Carrie. It was both really Hot and very romantic, filled with lust and Love. We still get together most nights, sometimes just one-on-one, and sometimes all three of us. Are you with me so far, Aunt Carrie?"

"I think so. So, you not only have sex with your own mother but your sisters, too?"

"Yes, ma'am. Our love has grown, not changed. We still all love each other as brother and sister but also as man and woman. That includes me and Mom. I defined it as an 'Expansion' of our love and the closeness we already shared between her and me." She looks at her sister and sees the truth in her eyes and the smile on her lips. They share a loving kiss as sisters but end up with foreheads touching, just as I did with both my sisters not that long ago.

Soon enough, Carrie remembered me saying something about a deal. "What did you mean about a deal, PJ? You already said you won't say anything, but...then why the deal?"

I smile with love and lust for my Aunt. "Because we love you, Aunt Carrie. I love you enough to help you not have to come to these events that you, by your statement earlier, don't really want to be here. If you tell me you won't be back to any more of these events, I'll do two things."

She asks, "What's that, Peter?" I chuckle at her, using my name instead of the initials only she ever used.

"First, I will make love to you tonight right now, then take you home. Second, I will continue to come by regularly to take care of your needs. When you have time to date or otherwise find someone, I will stop if you tell me that's what you want. I don't like my sweet Auntie at one of these things anymore. How does that sound?" She looks like a fish again, looking back and forth from me to Mom and back.

She swallows again and, on the second try, says, "Are you sure, Peter? I mean, I would love not to have to degrade myself at one of these 'things' again. I mean, that's why I always have a room, so I'm not having sex in front of a bunch of people." She visibly shivers.

"I would be honored to take you into my...Harem...Aunt Carrie."

Mom giggles, realizing that is exactly what I have: three women, now four women, to satisfy occasionally. "Do it, Carrie. Petey is an incredible lover, especially for such a young guy. And speaking of him being young, multiple cums before flagging or a real quick turnaround. It's so hot, and his cum tastes pretty damn good too. Don't tell him I said so, but it's much better than Pat's." The two women both blush and then giggle.

Carrie gets a look of concentration, then quietly says, "Make love to me, Peter. Remind me what it's like to not feel like a piece of meat but like a wanted woman."

Without a word, I gather Aunt Carrie in my arms and pull her to me. I begin kissing her with passion and tenderness. After a few minutes, I break the kiss and pull back slightly, still holding Carrie firmly but with gentle hands. She takes a deep breath and says, "Wow. Holy shit. If that's how he kisses, how am I going to survive an orgasm."

"Feeling like you're on top of the fuckin' world, Carrie Honey," Mom says, rubbing her arm and finger-combing her hair gently.

Mom tells me then, "Take care of my baby sister, Peter. She needs to feel your most loving touch tonight."

She moves to slip from the bed, but Carrie stops her. She looks at her older sister and says, "Please stay, Pam. It's been so long since it.. it has...it has been enjoyable." Mom stays where she is, sitting just on the edge of the bed.

She just nods but says, "Pete will take care of you well, Carrie, but I'll stay just so you know, if nothing else, I love you. We both love you." I kiss Aunt Carrie again, gently but just as a tender peck on the lips.

Something has been bothering me, but I couldn't at first figure out what it was, but then it occurred to me. I had to ask, "I'm sorry for asking Aunt Carrie, but how is it you haven't gotten pregnant with all this...action?" I say the last with questioning uncertainty. "I'm sorry if that's insensitive."

She takes another big breath and then lets out a tremendous sigh. Mom rests her hand on her arm and says, "It's okay, Carrie, I'll tell him." Aunt Carrie nods. Now it's Mom's turn for a deep breath.

"When your aunt and I were in college, we had both been dating a good bit, rarely sleeping with anyone but always together. We would make the guys do double dates to watch each other's backs. Well, one time, we went out with these guys. They were pretty cute from one of the smaller frats on campus. We had been out a few times, going a little further each time as usual. We ended up having sex with them after a handful of dates. It turns out Aunt Carrie's date had syphilis but didn't tell her or wear a condom." She sighs and takes another breath. Carrie looks a little ashamed. I squeeze her hand in support.

"Carrie ended up getting it, of course. Fortunately, after some relatively timely treatment, it was cured in time and did not become permanent. Unfortunately, she still ended up with some damage to her ovaries. The doctors told her they may heal but would take a long time. Her periods would come on as usual but may not drop an egg." Aunt Carrie breathed a big sigh again and just looked sad for several seconds.

"So if I get it right. Does that mean you're what they used to call barren?"

Mom answers for her as Carrie begins to curl into herself, but I don't let her complete that. I pulled her into me again, hugging her with love. She sighs at the tenderness she is getting and relaxes. "It has been a long time, and the damage may have healed, but your poor aunt hasn't been in a solid relationship since that jerk," Mom tells me.

"I have dated a bit, but I just couldn't go that far with them. Then this 'thing' came along, and I..I..tried it and have been doing this for about a year with your Mom and Dad. I end up feeling filthy and go home unsatisfied even though I try to make everyone think I was fine." She smiles ruefully at Mom. Mom looks at her face and is saddened to hear her sister admit it was all bad for her.

Mom stiffens her spine and says, "No more, Carrie. Peter will be the best lover you will have ever had and remind you of the woman you were meant to be." I look at them both and simply nod.

I return to kissing Carrie tenderly and frequently, from ear to ear, down her neck, and back to her lips with a velvety soft touch. Carrie begins to become aroused again and pants slightly. I move between her legs with a gentleness I know she needs. I rub my returning erection to her soft, rapidly dampening lips. When I'm well coated with her honey, I slip into my aunt and slowly sink all the way in until I bottom out and stop. She sighed deeply at the fullness and easy way I entered her. After a bit of time, I slowly started stroking back and forth inside my aunt. Slow, short movements at first, then increasing just as slowly to full-length strokes.

After nearly 30 minutes, I bring Carrie to her first slow-burning orgasm. I keep stroking, keeping her orgasm going, continuing to send wave after wave of pleasure through my aunt. Nearing a full five minutes, Mom puts her hand on my butt cheek, letting me know to stop. I sink inside to the hilt and stop. When her orgasm is allowed to end, Aunt Carrie's eyes finally flutter open for the first time in those same five or six minutes. Her low moans end with, "Jesus H. Christ. That was fantastic. Thank you, Peter. I have never felt so loved and satisfied ever."

"I Love you, Aunt Carrie. I want you to feel that love every time, and I am more than willing to do that for you." Carrie reaches up both hands, takes my face in her hands, and kisses me hot and tenderly.

"Whenever you have time, Peter, I'll be ready." I pull her up to me again and hug her tightly, kissing her neck to a coo of pleasure.

To be a little nice and then naughty with my off-hand, I slip a hand to Mom and tenderly rub her leg. Then I slip down and slide two fingers into her cum slathered cunt and tap her G-spot, making squelching noises too. Mom gasps at the stimulation, and as I pull out my fingers, I offer them to Aunt Carrie. "Care for a sample of my 'tasty cum,' Aunt Carrie?" She grins in joy for the first time that night and opens her mouth. Being even more silly, I dangle my fingers over her mouth, and she tilts up like a baby bird being fed.

I slip those fingers into her mouth, and she moans in delight. She licks my fingers clean, then says afterward, "Yummy, a little pussy, and some yummy gooey boy cum. More, please." We all laugh lightly. I kiss Carrie a peck on the lips, and she is surprised as she still has a cum taste to her lips.

I shrugged, "I don't mind a little of my own, but I wasn't slurping down anybody else's. So I pulled in my Deviant Mom to clean that hot pussy of yours for my boy cream." That's when Carrie realizes I'm still hard inside her, and I grin.

"Oh Yeah, and I forgot to mention, filled with stamina is my Baby boy." Mom quips. The ladies giggle again. I just grinned.

Mom says as she slips off the bed, "I'm going to leave you in Petey's capable hands and go find Pat and make him make love to his wife. See you Sunday evening for dinner, Peter Jackson Phillips, don't be late. Unless you are plugging your auntie there, then call first."

We all chuckle again, and I say, "Yes, Mom." She slips out, relocking the door. "Well, Aunt Carrie, ready for round two?" I ask as I start stroking anyway. She moans and just nods, smiling broadly. After another good ten minutes, I give her another orgasm with a bit more energy and fierceness. She arches her back when she orgasms, also clamping her pussy muscles down on me, and I fill my sweet aunt with a nice big load of my cum. Her moaning could be heard outside the door by a returning Mom.

She grins and walks back up the hall, muttering, 'That's my sweet Baby boy.'

While we are recovering, I am cuddling her like I did with my sisters and Mom. She told me later she never felt so loved. I kiss her lightly until we have our breath back and are both satisfied. I ask, "Ready for a shower, Aunt Carrie? I'm taking you home or to a motel afterward."

"Yes, Please, Peter. Take your newest harem member to the shower and clean her. I only belong to you from now on."

"That will be wonderful, Aunt Carrie. I will be happy to satisfy you as needed."

"How about just Carrie when we are in bed together from now on?"

I grin devilishly, asking, "What? You don't like the idea that your own nephew is making love to you, filling you with copious amounts of potent seed. You don't like the idea that I might breed you by putting my baby inside you?"

"Oh Jesus, Peter, that's so hot and dirty. Say that again when we make love next time."

"So, in about an hour?" I reply, still grinning. She laughs a nearly musical laugh, and I join her. We slide from the bed, leaving a sloppy mess behind but not caring one Iota.

As we approach the door, I grab my clothes and ask my aunt, "Where's your clothes, Carrie?"

"In the closet."

"Get them. We are leaving directly from the bathroom, out the back door by my room, and to my car." She smiles and grabs her clothes. We step from the bedroom into my sister's shared bathroom. Fortunately, it's empty, and after closing and locking the door, I fire up the water. I then set my clothes on the counter, and Carrie also drops hers there.

She then sits on the toilet and sticks her fingers into her pussy, and pokes around. I'm initially confused but just as curious as what she is doing and why. In moments though, she pulls something out of her pussy. I quickly realize what it is. "Just in case I use an IUD with spermicide to make sure I don't get pregnant at this.. 'thing.'" She tells me again with disgust at the end.

"You won't ever have to worry about that again, Carrie. You will never be coming back. Understand? No matter how bad the itch it might get for you. Never." I told her, my face serious yet not hard.

She smiles and nods. "Yes, Peter. I told you I am yours from now on, and I meant it." She stands, throws the IUD in the trash, and steps to me, kissing me lovingly, pressing her body to mine with a deep sigh.

When the water is right, we step into our first shower together. I wrap her in my arms and kiss her more while slowly spinning us through the water spray until we are both wet. We wash and caress each other, getting our first real glimpses at each other's naked bodies. We both like what we see and smile at each other in pleasant approval. Once we are clean, we step out and dry off, leaving the towels hanging to dry for whoever may need them next. We quickly dress with little quick kisses exchanged and giggles or chuckles at being silly. When we are redressed, I open the door and just step out bold as brass. Why not? It's my home.

We walked back the way I came in, holding her hand. I see Mom riding Harry in cowgirl position on one of the inflatable mattresses while Dad is plowing Becky over the arm of the couch nearby. I wave goodbye to Mom, and she grins before giggling. And I give Dad a thumbs up when he sees me. He is, of course, surprised but, shaking his head, grins back, slamming Becky hard to a heavy moan from her. I give him a big grin in return, and then we step outside into the cool night air.

I take Carrie down the driveway and, verifying what I saw earlier, confirm her car is blocked in. We hop in my car up the street. When the engine is purring, I turn to her and ask, "So home or somewhere else?" It's then she realizes she doesn't have her purse and keys.

They are back in the house. "Well, I guess it's somewhere else. My purse is still inside. Oops." She giggles. I take her hand and laugh for a minute with her. I let go of her hand, grabbed the stick shift, and easily pulled away from the curb, and we were on our way.

I, of course, take her to where my first foray into an incestuous relationship began: the Motel by the Diner. I got a room from the same guy as before. He sees my new 'date' and sucks in a breath at my aunt's natural beauty in the moonlight.

I lean in conspiratorially and say, "Scored me a MILF this time. Her husband died, and she has been a widow for two years. An untouched two years." I wink as I pass over my debit card, and he runs the charge, his mouth hanging open the whole time.

He has to work his mouth a couple of times before saying, "S-Sign here P-pleease."

I signed and got my copy before leaving quickly. When I was back in my Porsche, I burst out laughing before over-idling down to the room.

I go around, open the door, and help Carrie from the car. She stands up and kisses me hard. I return the kiss, pulling her into my arms tightly. I walk her the few feet up to the door, unlock it, and then open it. I then wave her gallantly inside. We walked in, and I closed the door. I pulled her to me quickly and returned to kissing like outside. After several minutes, we worked our way to sitting on the end of one of the beds.

Breaking the kiss, I asked her, "Do you want to go to sleep? Or something else?"

She looks at me mildly surprised, then says, "You would make love to me again, PJ?"

"I would love to, Carrie, but if you want, I will show you how I fuck too and still show you that it too can have love, not just baser actions."

"Oh yes, Peter, take me however you want. I told you I only belong to you now."

With that simple statement, I stand, pull her to her feet, and begin undressing her again, dropping the clothes to the floor. I kissed her like I did with Ray and Patty that first time at the house. I kiss her with butterfly kisses wherever the clothes come off. After she is down to just panties, I put her on the bed and then, standing at the foot, give her a little striptease, badly, since we don't have music. But she is enraptured anyway, and at the end, I strike a pose with my chest out, one leg back, and my cock pointing straight at her. She gasps and then giggles.

I crawl to her up the bed between her smooth thighs, caressing with featherlight touches. She shivers and smiles at me, her eyes beginning to burn with lust. I stop halfway, tugging her panties off, and suddenly drop face-first into her steaming quim and start eating my aunt's pussy like a man starved. Her back immediately arches off the bed, and a deep moan escapes her lips. I smile and continue to pleasure my new woman, my mother's sister, my aunt... my Carrie. It warms me inside like it did with Mom and the Twins. This was not power or lust. This was an unabiding Love for family. I never want her to hurt again, not to be or feel alone again. It was now my job to show Carrie that Love. I look forward to my new duties.continued to kiss, lick, nuzzle, and even nibble her outer lips and thighs. As her arousal rose, our love also grew. I know then that she will always be mine, and I will be hers regardless of age or relationship before tonight. I brought Carrie to orgasm twice before slipping up her body to calm her and then kissed her some more. We made out as new lovers should, kissing, nipping, and lingering on lips, neck, and earlobes.

Then, when I could see Carrie couldn't take it anymore, I pulled back, turned her over, and took her from behind. I filled her and then stroked into her slick channel effortlessly with her so wet and aroused. She moaned again deeply and louder, yet almost a growl, remarkably like Mom. It turned me on even more thinking about taking them both together like I had my sisters. My cock swelled and twitched at the thought. Carrie moaned louder.

Soon, I was pounding her pussy hard but with controlled passion. I told her I would show her a fucking filled with love, not animalistic need. She came twice more before I filled her now unprotected pussy with my seed. I whispered again, like with my mother and sisters, "I'm going to breed you, Carrie, truly take you and make you my own. Would you like that? To be taken, claimed, and impregnated by your own Nephew? Filled with my child for all the world to see."

"Oh, Peter! Fill me, Baby! I'm yours to do with as you wish. Fill my belly with your seed and make me a mother, finally. I want to know that joy and love. I love you, Peter Jackson Phillips. Make your Auntie your woman, body and soul!"

As I cum I continue saying, "You are mine now, Carrie. I love you too and claim you from this night forward as mine. You, Caroline Ann O'Shea, will be my newest lover, and I will take care of you emotionally and sexually from now on."

After our statements of love and our orgasms drain away, I move to her side and pull her to my side. I lay on my back, my arm around her narrow shoulders, showing her all the love I have, kissing the top of her head as she lays it on my chest. Idly, I stroked her hair and finger-combed it from her face. When she looks up at me again, I return to kissing her with the utmost gentleness. She returns my kiss with the love she has held from the moment of her betrayal. "I love you, Carrie. I am thrilled I came home to find out who might be in that room. Plus, what they are hiding from. I am glad to be your Knight in Shining Armor and rescue you from that lonely tower."

She sucks in a surprised breath. "You came to see me? Just to see who might be doing...that?" She shies away with a look of shame at the memory.

"Carrie.." I waited for her to look at me again, just like Mom that night when she and Dad found me and my sisters. When she looked up, I kissed her deeply, full of the passion and the Love I have for her now more than ever. "Carrie, at first, I was just curious who my folks would worry about me having potentially seen. So, it got me interested, and I determined a way to find out who that person might be. I don't regret that for one second." I smile at her.

"Actually, I am very pleased, if not over the moon happy, that I found You. My sweet and, yes, sexy Aunt Carrie being used in a way she wasn't enjoying, putting on a happy face and accepting it for the time being. Well, No more. Now, you will be treated with nothing but love, affection, respect, and passion. All that and so much more by me, the man lucky enough to hold you in his arms." Carrie sighed deeply. Then we cuddled and kissed more as we basked in those additional words of love. As the activity of the last few hours takes its toll, we eventually slip off to sleep.

When we woke again a few hours later. We make love again, and I bring Carrie a few more gentle satisfying orgasms, then fill her with another large cumload. She moans the entire time, occasionally muttering my name and telling me she loves me. I truly believe she does, and it fills me with joy. I look forward to caring for my lady, new lover, family, and whole woman, Carrie. I whisper to her as we come down again from our shared orgasm. "I will put a baby in your womb one day, Carrie. Maybe not today, but maybe soon, and I will love it along with you as long as I live." I kissed her hard with my promise. She sighed and held on more tightly, as close as physically possible.

After a bit, I say, then ask, "I can feel our juices slipping down my thigh from your beautiful pussy Carrie Ann. Will you join me for another shower?"

"Umm, a chance to get clean as we get dirty again. Is that what you had in mind, my naughty Nephew? Slipping your manly cock into my wanton willing pussy to fill me again with your incestuous seed to breed me with your child? Is that what you are proposing?" She says with a huge smile, love and lust warring in her bright Green eyes.

"If I said 'No,' it would be a lie. But I just want You, however, you'll take me, Carrie. I meant what I said earlier. You are my woman now, and I will give you that baby one day. I can see you so want that. But for now, I'll just enjoy a soft, sensual shower with my new lover, the sweetest aunt anyone has ever had."

I kissed her one more time before sliding from the bed with my hand out to help her up. She accepts it gladly, and when standing with me, she pulls me down for a delicious kiss, our tongues dancing back and forth. In a minute, though, she giggles. I pull back to see her wiggling like someone needing to pee.

"Our remaining cum is making a break for it down the inside of my thighs and it tickles." She giggles again.

Being the helpful guy I am, I grin, reach down, scoop up a couple of fingers full, and again offer it to Carrie. She jumps on it with a moan, gobbling up our combined spew. I keep doing it until no more appears. She grins, saying, "Still yummy, but I have yet to get it directly from the source."

I smile and, gesturing towards the shower, say, "Right this way, madam, and I will do my best to make that happen for you."

We stroll arm in arm to the shower. I start the water, then turn and begin kissing Carrie as the water warms. After a good minute, I check the water, adjust it slightly, and step in with a hand to help Carrie in, too. She steps in with my assistance, and she returns to kissing me, pressing her hot body to mine. I love it, and my hands immediately wander as the shower head wets us down. After we were thoroughly wet, I grabbed the hotel soap and, after losing it a few times, managed to wash her upper body.

Starting with her luscious front, I work my way over her shoulders and neck, down each arm to finally land at her perky breasts. After washing them, I give her a devious look and say, "Speaking of things not done. I haven't sampled these perky tasty-looking tits of yours. May I, young lady?"

"Oh, Please do, sir Knight, everything I am is yours." Carrie pushes her chest to me slightly, and I take one nipple into my mouth, caressing the other breast with my left hand. That while my first is on her right as I pleasure her. She closes her eyes and leans back into the shower wall with a little moan.

I spend a few minutes enjoying both of her lovely assets, but then my offhand drifts south. I slip a finger into her tight muff and begin stroking slowly, but she is wet in a minute, and I turn her around, putting her face first into the shower wall. She knows what's coming and spreads her feet, then pushes her ass to my waiting hands. I slip easily into her moist love canal. I vigorously pump her pussy, bringing her a sharp, quick orgasm.

Her cumming almost pushes me over, but I'm able to pull out and spin her around before gently pushing her to her knees. Her eyes gleamed, getting ready to take my load into her mouth and throat. She swallows me just in time for the first blast to erupt and shoot down her open throat. After two strong blasts, she pulls off, taking the rest into her hot, willing mouth.

She bobs a few times to milk my cock of every last drop before pulling off. She then opens her mouth, showing me my spew filling her mouth before swallowing with a delighted moan. She stands again, kissing me, and I accept uncaringly of my own cum still on her lips. When that finishes, she takes the soap and washes me lovingly, occasionally kissing a freshly washed body part. When she finishes, she pats my semi-erect cock and says, "Good Boy," to my cock. She giggles, and I smile and kiss her again when she stands before me. I take the soap back and finish her lower body, kissing her mons and her pussy more than a few times to coos from above.

We finish and get out, dry off, and then move back to bed. Seeing the bed, I began laughing and pulled her to the other bed. I told her about the bed during my first time with the twins that first night, especially about Patty coating us all in her squirt and drenching the bed. We climb into the other bed and cuddle up again, slipping off to sleep with smiles on our faces. Later, I wake up enough to roll us over and spoon behind Carrie, falling back to sleep right after.

wake in the morning to sunshine streaming in around the edge of the drapes but, more importantly, to the lips around my cock. I look down, and Carrie is sucking me slowly and gently. When she sees I'm awake, she picks up the pace, bringing me to an explosive orgasm, taking my entire load down again. She smacks her lips, saying, "Yup. It's just as yummy as before. Good morning, Peter."

"Perfect morning, Carrie Dear." She slips up beside me, and we kiss long, hard, and passionately. We both sigh deeply. After a few minutes of cuddling, our bodies decided to remind us that food is required regularly. Stomachs rumbling, we laugh and pick our clothes off the floor to get dressed.

I leave another decent tip for the maid. Then I step down to turn in our room key with a smile and a wink to the desk guy. I help Carrie into my car and then drive over to the Diner again. "This was our first refuge that night in finding out about the 'events.' What a crazy night and a couple of weeks since then, though last night was even better." I look at Carrie, realizing I think I'm actually falling in love with my Aunt Carrie. It's then I understand the commitment I made to her and smile broadly before going around to help her out after parking.

"What's the broad grin for PJ?"

I take her in my arms again and tell her, "I just realized I have fallen in love with my own Aunt, and I'm okay with that. Are you?"

"Oh, Peter, of course I am. After the way you both rescued me and made love to me multiple times, how could it be any way else?" I kiss her tenderly and then pull her into a long hug. We hear a 'Harrumph' from behind us. We look and see an older couple in probably their Seventies. They move down the line to get into their car. He helps her into the car and then leans down for a quick peck on the lips. He stands smiling, gives me a wink, gets in himself, and they drive away.

I look at Carrie and say, "Let's be in love like that when we get to their age." Then I get a devious grin. "I mean, You get to their age. I'll still be young."

Carrie gasps and playfully slaps my chest. "Only 12 hours in, and already the age jokes?" We laugh, knowing it will never really be a factor.

I loop her arm through mine and walk her into the Diner. I spot the booth and quickly move us to it, chuckling again. Carrie looks at me curiously, and then it hits her. She grins, then says, "This is the booth you kids were in that night, huh?"

I grin back, nodding, and then add, "And again in the morning after." The symmetry makes us both chuckle as we grab menus from the table rack.

We both decided to go big on our meals. While Carrie ordered French toast and scrambled eggs, I ordered a massive order of two large waffles and three over-easy. We both ordered coffee with OJ for me and V8 for Carrie. After placing our orders, we scooted together in the U-shaped booth to kiss lightly while holding hands. The waitress brought back the coffee and juice. Then I saw a thought hit her: It was the same waitress from our first two forays here as well.

She asks me, "Weren't you in here a few weeks ago with two beautiful girls?"

I smile and reply, "Yes, my twin sisters, we were here for both Dinner and Breakfast after a stay across the street."

She smiled, "Well then, welcome back again. I hope everything turned out Okay. When you three came in that evening, you all were looking a little spooked."

"Oh yes, Thank you. We had received some disturbing family news and were, I guess, not quite ourselves that night. Everything worked itself out between that night and the next couple of days. Thank you for asking." I explained. She smiled and went back to her customers.

"Nothing a little hot and heavy incest sex didn't fix. And then again last night." I quietly quip to Carrie. She giggled loudly, slapping my chest, then leaning in, and we enjoyed another sweet and tender kiss. Soon after, our order arrived, and we dug in after I commented to Carrie. "For some reason, I'm pretty hungry this morning. I wonder what caused me to work up Such an appetite?" I chuckle at my own joke, and Carrie giggles.

Continuing to be silly, we share our breakfasts, trading bites of waffles for French toast with an attempt at scrambled eggs for fried. I ended up with the scrambled eggs with ketchup down my shirt front instead of my mouth. Carrie giggles and then tries to clean up the mess like I was a little boy instead of her man. It's so cute watching her face scrunch up at the ketchup stains. I capture her hands gently, telling her, "That's what washing machines are for, Carrie, don't worry about it."

She grins and winks, then says, "Ooo, my plan is working. I'll take you back to my place only to get you out of your clothes." She giggles again.

I smile, saying, "Anytime you want that, I'm ready."

We finish rather quickly after that. I leave a nice tip again, and we leave holding hands. I turn to ask Carrie while we are climbing into my car, "How late do these 'events' usually last? Is it too early to go back and get your purse and things?"

"Well, Pam says it usually wraps up by Noon, but some stay just to chat after getting things reset."

"Okay, so no going home." We consider what is next since it's still too early to return. Then it hits me, and I tell her, "Well, usually when I have a date, it's usually a meal, a movie, then sex and /or home. We are kind of out of order on this one, so the only thing left is a movie. How's that sound to my new girlfriend?"

"Like my boyfriend wants to get me in the dark and do dirty things to me." She replies with a little twinkle in her eye and a tight grin on her face. "It sounds perfect." She finishes.

I grin back, lean over for a smokey kiss, and then start the car before heading out. We make our way to the Mall and the theater there. We leave the car after another hot kiss, smiles plastered to our faces. I get a goofy idea and ask Carrie, "I have a silly idea, but without your purse, I doubt you can now."

"What's that PJ?"

"Would you put your hair into a couple of pigtails?"

"Um, yeah, I need scrunchies or hair ties for that, but sure. I bet we can get some in the mall. There's probably a Claire's or Walgreens if I remember."

"To quote a gorgeous woman I know, 'perfect.'" She grins at the compliment, and we kiss again, standing next to the car. We angle away from the theater entrance to a side entrance into the Mall proper.

We found a mall map inside and found both suggestions, but instead of Walgreens, it's a Rite-Aid. Rite-Aid turns out to be closer and only a handful of stores down. We make our way there and find what I have in mind: a couple of hair ties with big balls on each end to hold them closed. Grinning like a fool, I pick out the cutest ones with pink ribbons to add to the desired effect.

I ask, "Would you put them in now, Carrie? I want you to use this mirror over here and see what I see."

She nods and puts her hair up as requested. She giggles when she sees the effect and says, "You're turning me into a teenie bopper. You are so silly, and I love it, but something is missing. Two things, really. But one is right here. Let me show you." She grabs a nearby small makeup kit and starts applying it artfully. When she is done, she is every bit the Teenie bopper in hair and makeup.

She turns to me and says, "Now your girlfriend is more 'girly' and less old broad." That twinkle in her eyes has become a small fire. I lean in to kiss her, but she squeals and says, "Oh No! No kissing, you'll ruin my make-up." Then she giggles in her best little girl pitch.

I hold up my hands in surrender.

We head to the front with our purchases, and I pay with my debit card. As we left, I asked, "So what was the other thing?"

She just grins and angles over to another Mall map. She finds what she is looking for, takes me by the hand, and drags her boyfriend further into the mall and the store she needs.

We arrived at Abercrombie & Fitch. I smile, not knowing the plan, but Carrie grins harder. She heads for the section she needs and quickly finds a cute cotton crop top and skirt set, not letting me see. She takes it and me by the hand again, then heads for the dressing rooms.

I drift away after saying, "I probably should get a new shirt to replace my egg-stained one."

"Oh wait, I'll pick one out for you." She zips right back out of the dressing room she stepped into moments before leaving her purchase behind. She fairly runs to the men's graphic tees. After searching for a few minutes, she grabs one and holds on to it, saying, "You get this after I'm changed."

A slight scowl crosses my face, but she says, "Don't worry, I got this. It will be so cute." She flits back to the dressing rooms and goes back in.

When she finishes a couple minutes later, she calls out, "PJ?"

"Yeah, right here."

"Take your new shirt, step over to the mirror, and put it on, but with your eyes closed. Okay? I have a surprise for you."

"Umm, Okay," I replied. I take the shirt, step to the mirror, and strip off my dirty shirt. After closing my eyes, I slip the new tee on and say, "Okay, I'm ready with the shirt on and eyes closed, Carrie."

"Okay, just one more minute, I'll tell you when to open them. Give me one more minute." She peeks out, then steps out and quickly goes to the nearest salesgirl. "Would you take the tags off these? I'm wearing them out of the store." The girl sees the outfit and giggles, saying, "That's perfect and so cute on you. Sure, one sec, let me grab some scissors."

She gets them and, as requested, clears the tags. Carrie tells her conspiratorially, "I'm getting my boyfriend a matching tee, and he is over in the dressing area. Would you pop the tag on it, too? He doesn't know yet, and it's a surprise." Carrie giggles, just like the young woman she is transforming into. The salesgirl giggles, too.

They step over to me, and the girl says, "I'm going to take that tag off for you, sir. Your..."

"Girlfriend." Carrie supplies.

"Your girlfriend said you will both be wearing your purchases out."

"That's fine," I reply, standing still. She snips off the tag and holds onto that tag, too, to ring it up.

She asks Carrie, "Will that be all, Miss?"

"Yes, we'll be there in just a minute. The reveal first."

"Can I watch Miss?" Carrie smiles and nods.

Carrie moves up beside me, putting her arm around my waist and my arm around her shoulders. "Ready?" She asks.

"Yup."

"Okay, open up."

The transformation of Carrie is fantastic. Instead of a woman in her late thirties, a young woman stares back that appears to be in her late teens or early twenties. She is wearing an adorable Crop top blouse and skirt set with Minnie Mouse on them, with a decent amount of flat tummy showing. Her hair is in the cutest ponytails, and almost juvenile makeup is applied. I am wearing a matching Mickey Mouse tee shirt. We are the cutest couple I have seen since High School a few years back.

I grin broadly, then say, "You did great, Carrie. It is perfect now." I turn and give her a light kiss on her cheek, avoiding messing up her makeup.

She giggles and replies, "Thanks, PJ. Now let's get to the movies after paying this nice young woman."

I look at her and reply like my Dad would to Mom, "Yes, Dear." We smile with a light peck on the lips and head for the register, following the sales clerk. This time, I put these purchases on Dad's Credit card.

After putting the clothes we wore into a bag and the items from Rite-Aid, we headed out to my car, dropped off the bag, and then walked into the theater. I selected the oldest movie still in the theater and the very first showing that started in a few minutes. We grabbed a large drink and a small bucket of popcorn to share. We strolled into our movie, selected seats away from the few others, and sat down beside each other. I immediately lifted the armrest between the seats, and Carrie cuddled right up. We sat chatting quietly while watching the previews and a few kisses to boot.

Once the movie had been on for several minutes, Carrie and I began to kiss in earnest. Our tongues slipped back and forth, learning each other's mouths and twirling back and forth, tickling each other's lips. Our hands were by no means idle. I was immediately caressing Carrie's perky tits first over the new top until she pushed my hand under the short top whispering, "It's a crop top for a reason, PJ." She grins at me in the darkened theater.

As I slide underneath, I realize Carrie isn't wearing a bra. It's my turn to grin and whisper, "My girlfriend was worried about having dirty things done to her in the dark. I wonder what happened to her bra?"

Carrie grins and replies, "The same thing that happened to my panties." She then slips my hand under her skirt to find her bare pussy.

I pretend to be shocked and whisper, "Whatever happened to my Sweet, modest, Christian Elementary School teacher, Aunt?"

"She got a young boyfriend and remembered what it felt like to be young and desired." She then kissed me passionately. "I love you, Peter. Thank you for finding and rescuing me."

I just lean in and tenderly kiss her back with as much love as I have for her. We snuggle like that for a few minutes until I remember my hand is still in her crotch, so I begin petting her pussy lightly. The softness of her skin turned me on rapidly. Carrie also responds quickly, and soon her muff is slick with her juices, and I slip a finger into her pussy. I kiss her deeply to muffle her moans as I slip in and out slowly. In another minute, I slip a second finger inside, and soon after, she cums lightly, moaning a little louder.

I pull my hand from under her skirt and boldly lick my fingers clean. "Delicious," I said to her.

She grins at me first, saying, "Thanks." She giggles and continues, "It's my turn now. Keep an eye out, Boyfriend." I grin and nod as she pulls the zipper down on my cargos. She fishes out my hard cock and, without fanfare, goes down on me, swallowing me all at once. The timing was a little bad as the movie had gone quiet just then as I moaned loudly. I quickly grabbed popcorn and shoved some in my mouth. We heard a 'Shh!' and I waved my sorry into the dark. Carrie kept right on going and actually started humming lightly, increasing my pleasure tenfold. In minutes, she had me cumming down her throat as she swallowed, not missing a drop.

Carrie pops back up, grabs a quick sip of soda, and then kisses me hard again. I returned the kiss whole-hog and even squeezed her breast, plus pinched her nipple. She moaned into my mouth. I pull back afterward and ask, "Are you as ready as I am to get out of here?"

"God, yes," Carrie replies with a fire in her eyes. We grab the drink and remaining popcorn, then walk out holding hands again. We get back to my car, and I help her in with a large flash of glistening pussy and thighs. I smile appreciatively and wiggle my eyebrows. This causes Carrie to go into a fit of giggles. She is still giggling as we leave the mall headed home.

When we arrived, I parked at the curb and asked her, "Where is your purse, Honey?"

"In the same closet as my clothes were."

"Is there anything else? A light jacket, maybe?"

She giggles and says, "My light green cardigan. It's on a hook on the left."

"Okay, I'll be right back, and we'll head to your place. You can then take my clothes off, even though these ones don't need washing yet."

She giggles again and replies, "It would be my pleasure." I kiss her again and step out of the car. I head inside on my usual route through the side garage door.

I step in, and there aren't any noises to be heard. I move first to my room. A couple of people are asleep on my bed, so I close the door and move on. I head to Ray's bedroom and her closet. I check for occupancy again. There are a few people in there again, but I don't let that stop me from quietly retrieving Carrie's things. I leave the room as quietly as I came. On my way out, my parent's bedroom door opens, and out steps a naked Mom.

She sees me and smiles, then whispers, "Morning, Petey. I'm surprised you're here and not in bed with Carrie somewhere."

She giggles, and I chuckle. "Just for the record, it's afternoon, and I'm retrieving her sweater and purse. We forgot them in the rush last night."

She slides up and hugs me fiercely and says, "Thank you for getting her out of here, Baby. I wish I had known she was unsatisfied with participating in these events. Disgusted even." I hug her back, and after she finishes, I kiss her hard and passionately, not at all like a son.

"Don't worry, Mom. It worked out beautifully, and we spent the night at the motel I went to with the twins. We made love again, and I showed her passionate fucking with love and not lust. That will be when we return to her place in a bit." I grinned at Mom, grabbing her ass for emphasis, and chuckled.

I then smell the telltale rancid smell of old sex and say, "A shower might be a good idea, Mom. You smell a little gamey. Almost like you fucked the night away."

She giggled and playfully slapped my chest. "Well, if you must know, I did, but the best lover of the night was this hot young man. He really fucked me good and even filled me with a wonderful creampie. It's still inside there, I think." She giggles again and quickly kisses me before pushing off to start coffee and rousing those still here.

From the front door, I say, "See you at dinner, Mom. I love you."

"I love you more, my Baby boy Petey." She actually starts laughing full out, and I head out the door, chuckling.

I stride down the driveway to my car and Carrie. I hand her her purse and toss the sweater with the bag in the tiny backseat. I climb back in and pull away after slipping on my seatbelt. Carrie asks, "What took you so long? I was getting lonely." She smiles, not meaning a word.

"I ran into Mom on the way out."

"Oh. Did you have to knock off a piece of that before you left?" She joked.

"I did grab her ass, but she was a little gamey, and I told her as much. She laughed, of course." Carrie laughed with me, knowing just how that would be precisely how everyone smelled leaving an event.

I drove us to her small cottage a few blocks from the school. I parked on the street and hopped out to head around to help her out like a gentleman. She stepped out and kissed my cheek this time. I grabbed the bag and her sweater, and we walked up the stairs and quickly inside. After locking the door, she dropped off her purse and keys, and we walked into her bedroom. We quickly undressed each other and were soon on the bed, making out and groping each other lustily, picking right up where we left off at the theater.

Before long, though, I have to get some of the sweet pussy in my mouth again. I go down on her with lust and fire in my eyes. I bring Carrie to a powerful orgasm pumping her with two fingers as I maul her pussy and clit with my mouth. After she calms a bit, I slide my drooling cock into her hot, wet, tight tunnel. I pound her into the bed like a man on a mission because I am. I wanted Carrie to feel my lust and want of her and to fill her with another load from my aching balls.

While we lay there getting our breaths back, I told her, "Carrie, Honey, Please let me put a baby inside you as soon as the next time you're fertile. Okay?"

"Oh, Peter, while that would be beautiful, I think we need to wait a little bit, Okay? Maybe just a few months. I want to get used to having you and you to have me, being an 'Us,' Okay?"

"If that's what you want, Carrie, but I know I'm ready. Knowing how much I have loved you as my aunt and now more so as my girlfriend, I know I'm ready for that step. I may be only Twenty, but I see what Mom and Dad have between them, and I want that too. I see children as an extension of that love, just like my sex with Mom is an extension of ours as mother and son. Love in a new way."

How about that love you have for Pam and the twins? Can you give up the sex with them and just have me? I'm not making demands. I'm just seeing where I stand and how dedicated to Us you are right now."

"Carrie, if you want me to stop, I can, and I will. The girls and I already discussed if any of us getting involved with somebody else at some point down the road. We all agreed that if that happened, then the sex would stop, at least with that person, if not all of us."

"You'd do that for me, for Us?"

"Of course. Our love, however new, is still more important than sex. No matter how hot and sexy and dirty it is, having taboo incestual sex with my sisters." I grin, showing that I'm teasing.

"What we have begun between us outstrips that. Besides, I get to have a beautiful, mature woman who loves all of me as I am, has known me all my life, and made me fall 'In Love' with her overnight. It doesn't hurt that she's my Aunt, so I can keep having Taboo incestual sex."

I start laughing as she starts play-slapping, pinching, and tickling me. I wrap her up, pin her arms, and kiss her with all the genuine love I feel for her, showing her how much I mean it. We kiss for a few minutes with passion and tenderness. When we break again, Carrie sighs deeply and puts her head down on my chest contentedly.

"I do Love you, Caroline Ann. I will show you the rest of my days as long as I draw breath."

"Oh, Peter. I love you too, more than I thought I could love anyone, even my sister."

We lay there quietly for many minutes. As I lay there stroking Carrie's soft skin, I felt I needed to make love to her again to show her my love. I roll her off me onto her back and slip between her soft, creamy thighs. I gently enter her, sliding easily into the woman who, in less than 24 hours, has captured my heart. I make love to Carrie for another half hour, bringing her two more very lovely orgasms and filling her again with my seed.

I whisper to her as I finish cumming, "One day, that will be me putting a baby in your womb, Carrie. I can't wait to see your belly swelling with my, no, with Our child."

Carrie sighs, knowing I mean every word, and she snuggles into me again. "Yes, Peter, one day, maybe. I really hope I can have a child with you, maybe more than one. For now, though, just hold and love me, Okay?"

I pull back so she can see my face, and I can see hers. Smiling, I reply, "Yes, Dear." We chuckle, kiss tenderly, and hug fiercely.

Carrie then thinks about how last evening started, with her joining Peter's 'Harem.' Then she realizes she can't just demand or even ask him to stop that cold. Her sister and the girls deserve proper closure, however short it has been.

As we lay there, Carrie speaks up, "PJ?"

"Yes, Carrie."

"For now, keep taking care of Pam and the twins. This is so new, and they deserve you just as much. I love that you rescued me. You really did, but at the same time, I can't ask you to abandon them either. After all, I was asked to join your 'Harem.' So I will, with the condition that when we are ready, you end it with them all. Okay?"

"If that's what you want Carrie. I don't want to hurt you ever. So if my stopping with them is what it takes for us to figure out where we go from here, that's fine too."

"No. For now, keep them happy and satisfied, too."

"Okay. I will because that's how I was raised. To respect my elders and do as I'm told."

Carrie's head snaps up, eyes flashing in fake anger and humor, "Elder, huh? What happened to your sweet girlfriend?" She asks, pinching my nipple.

Laughing, I holler, "Ow! Okay, okay. Just teasing."

"Uh Huh. That's what I thought." Carrie replies. She smiled at me, and we kissed, full of everything we were at that moment: man and woman, aunt and nephew, boyfriend and girlfriend.

I then see the time and sigh deeply. "Well, not to be a party pooper, but we need to get into the shower and then get dressed for dinner with my folks and sisters. Of course, you are coming, right?"

"I hadn't thought about that, Peter. I had a few other things on my mind. But, of course, your Aunt should be joining the family for dinner."

I smile lovingly at her and say, "Nope. Not my Aunt but my Girlfriend. I want everyone to know we are together, Carrie. I know they will support us."

She tears up, saying, "Really?"

"Absolutely. Now let's get going, young lady because I plan on fucking you again in the shower."

Carrie giggles and says, "Oh, Well, if you must." Giggling again, she jumps from the bed, with me right behind her, squealing as I catch her at the door. We walk together in lockstep, my arms around her waist, to the tub.

She reaches in to start the water, and I reach under her and slip two fingers into her slippery slot. She moans appreciatively. Moments later, with the warm water flowing, we step in, close the door, and turn on the spray head. We wet down and get all slippery, but I pull Carrie around and lean her into the end, away from the head. I slip into her steaming cunt and fuck her to a hot orgasm for us both. As I cum into her, I chant, "Baby, baby, baby, our baby."

Carrie sighs, both from the fresh orgasm and my enthusiasm. "God willing." She whispers, almost to herself.

We cleaned up quickly after that and redressed as we were. Carrie reapplied her juvenile makeup and pigtails. We again stepped out, and Carrie, having grabbed her purse and keys, locked the door again. We just hopped quickly into my car, Carrie not waiting for me to be gentlemanly. We took off quickly and were back at my family home in just over ten minutes. This time, we walked in the front door, and I hollered out, "I'm home with a guest."

Mom says, "Oh, how nice."

Dad chuckles, and my sisters, while setting the table, say in that twin speak, "Oh, Yeah?" Patty starts.

"Who did you bring?" Finished Ray.

Grinning, I reply, looking at Carrie, "My new Girlfriend."

We then step around the corner. Everyone is surprised by our matching outfits and that the 'Girl' looks familiar, and then the Twins say together, "Aunt Carrie?"

Mom just giggles and looks at us, grinning ear to ear.

A surprised Dad blurts out, "Jeez, Carrie, you look more like the twin's sister than you do Pam's. Adorable. And the matching outfits are also cute." I chuckle with Dad, and all four women giggle loudly. I even think I heard a little squeal and a snort. Carrie moves to kiss Dad's cheek and hug her sister tightly.

Minutes later, dinner is served, and we all sit, Carrie next to me between Mom on her end and the twins across from us--Dad, of course, at the head of the table. Dinner is fun and boisterous, with great food and even better company. We got the third degree, and how we ended up as a couple because I was a free agent as of Friday.

Of course, most of the questions came from my sisters. That's when I told the folks about overhearing them that night when the twins and I were caught together. It got me so curious that I had to find out. I found Carrie in the room and, with Mom's help, got her out and away without the rest of the 'party' knowing I was there.

I told the twins specifically and our parents by extension, "I took Carrie to the Motel and the Diner. That one bed got just as fucked up too." First, they gasped in surprise, then busted out laughing, and everyone joined in. I told everyone about our silly romantic breakfast and headed to the mall to see a movie we didn't watch. I tell about the idea of the hair ties to make Carrie look younger, and Carrie tells everyone the rest of the clothes story. And then, finally, after a pit stop here, we went back to Carrie's to fool around and make love some more.

When most of the food is gone, everyone is happy. I tell everyone, "Guys, we have something more to tell you." Everyone quiets immediately. I look at Carrie and, seeing her smile, just say, "Not only did we make love a few times, but we fell in love too. I plan on having a child or children with Carrie if she can. She had a medical issue in the past that may mean we cannot conceive, but I plan to try like hell to make this beautiful woman into a mother. The mother of my children. God Willing." I say, looking at Carrie. She tears up not realizing until then I had heard her little plea.

Dad's eyes are all that show his surprise as they widen slightly. The twins' jaws almost hit the table. Mom starts crying happy tears for her sister and squeezes her hand. "Carrie wants to wait at least a few months, but I told her earlier I'm ready now or as soon as her body is. The timing will all depend on a lot of things, of course. I think we will be dating for a while before moving too far, but I hope to be together sooner rather than later." I say the last to Carrie. She nods in return, with tears rimming her eyes but a smile on her lips.

It's right then, and I lean over, put my arms around her shoulders, and kiss her tenderly. She quickly returns the kiss, which we continue for several seconds before Dad clears his throat. We break, chuckling, feeling guilty but not so much as not to go for one more quick peck. Dad grins and shakes his head, then puts his hand out to me and says, "You've grown into quite the man, Peter. Your mother and I are very proud of you."

Shaking his hand like the equal, he now sees me. "Thanks, Pop."

My sisters' just stared at me for a few extra seconds before rushing around the table to hug each of us. Patty nearly jumped through Dad. At the same time, Ray squeals as she hugs Carrie. Then they switch. The happiness factor ratchets to the roof, and we all couldn't be any more pleased. We kids move to begin cleanup without being asked.

Mom then stage whispers to Carrie, "He's been well trained. He cooks, cleans, and completes chores promptly. Except for the bathroom, you may need to lay down the law occasionally."

"I'm only bad at cleaning the TWINS bathroom because it starts out AWFUL, and I can only get up to Bad before they mess it up again." The twins squeal indignantly, but everybody else laughs, including the twins, after several seconds of unsuccessfully trying to play the martyrs.

Dad and the women move to the living room, Carrie and Mom taking the love seat, shunting Dad to his rarely used Lazy-boy. I can't hear what they say as they keep their voices down. Regularly, though, one or both look out at me before giggling. The twins corner me at the sink and start asking me how it is with Carrie in the sack.

Shaking my head in disbelief at them, I say, "It's kind of like being in bed with either of them. Looking at Patty, "Sometimes it's hot and sexy, and other times." Shifting to Ray. "It's the most romantic thing ever. The hell with Jerry McGuire."

Ray suddenly asks, "What's it like in the sack with Mom then?"

I think about it and then say, "It's a good thing Mom's heritage is Irish, not Latin. She'd kill somebody." We all laugh at that image.

That's when we hear Mom say, "Oh, what's so funny in there? Those dishes aren't going to wash themselves."

"The girls asked me to compare you and Carrie in the bedroom."

"And what was so damn funny then?" She asks, a little indignant.

"Well, I said to Ray, asking about You in the sack, Mom. 'It's a good thing your heritage is Irish, not Latin, or you would kill somebody.'" Dad immediately starts laughing his ass off. We all join him, including Mom, as she blushes a bright red.

After the laughter dies down, Carrie asks, "And what did you say about me, Peter Jackson Phillips?" Her face was a bit pensive.

"Carrie, Dear, I told them you remind me of the both of them. Where Patty is more Passionate and fierce, and while you can be that too, you are also very much like Ray in that when it's Romantic, it's very much that too. The best of both worlds, I'd have to say." Wiping my hands on a towel, I walk to her and plant a sweet yet passionate kiss on her lips.

When we break, she sighs and then says to Mom, "Damn, he's good at that, and I guess I have to let him off the hook, huh?"

"Yup, He takes after his father that way." She looks at her son first, then her husband continues, "Pat can kiss me so well he takes my breath away when he wants. The rest of the time, it's just so lovely that it makes me look forward to the next one. As a matter of fact, excuse me."

Mom stands up, walks to Dad, plops down on his lap, and moves to him to get a kiss. Dad smiles at his loving wife and plants one of the breath stealers on her. We can all tell as Mom flushes deeply across her face and chest.

"Wow Pop. Nice job." He grins, pulls Mom to him, and does it again. Mom melts into him.

I got the same idea, and sitting down with Carrie, I gave her my best try. When we come up for air, we both say, "Wow."

"Yup, best of both worlds there too. Thanks, Pop." We look at each other and grin like fools. Then we return to kissing our women in those lighter kisses.

Soon, those kisses garner both couples a sharp quip from the twins, "Oh, get a room."

"Yeah, it's getting thick in here."

At that, all four of us come up for air, chuckling. We do smell the arousal of everyone. I think I pick out the scent of my sisters, too.

Feeling silly, I stand up, pulling Carrie with me, then, like a caveman, throwing her over my shoulder to her squeal of delight. I carry her off to my bedroom, closing the door behind us. Dad thinks that's a great idea and follows suit with his wife of almost twenty-five years. Mom squeals, too.

The twins look at each other as they are left standing there with no man to drag one or both of them off.

Patty says, "Well Fuck That.."

".. didn't work out right." Finishes Ray.

They shrug, then flop on the couch and watch TV until later, when they decide to go to bed together in Patty's room.

Both couples start with heat and passion, quickly shedding clothes and hopping into the beds and fucking like animals. After that first go, they end up resting for several minutes before moving on to have slow, tender lovemaking for almost an hour. Carrie takes another creampie to deeply satisfied moans of her own plus chants of "Baby, baby, baby" from Peter. Each couple slips into the shower and cleans up before going to bed. Carrie, of course, spent the night with Peter.