Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“That’s not how it works, dum-dum,” Lexi said.

“That’s Daddy dum-dum to you,” Austin said.

Later, when they were both naked, Austin’s body shining with sweat. His dick dripping with his sister’s juices. Lexi screamed out, “My brother is fucking me so good!”

“Yay!” she heard Molly call out faintly.

“Give it to her good!” Christine said.

Lexi laughed at herself, at her family. Then she howled in pleasure as her brother came inside her.

Just like she’d always wanted.

*

James scrambled around, doing everything he could to get the house clean. The place was already in good shape. Now that potential buyers might be coming at any time, they had to keep it in viewable condition. But with Christine’s family arriving for the yearly barbecue, James held himself to a higher standard.

The house bustled with activity as everyone did the same. Christine was outside, lighting the grill. James thought he could see a little bump in her belly, but he was pretty sure it was his imagination. Austin had told him that he thought he saw the same thing on Lexi, but they agreed it was wishful thinking. Molly had a few months before she’d even start to show, James knew, but he couldn’t wait for it all the same. He kept resting his hands on her stomach, but she always made him squeeze her massive tits, instead.

Christine came inside the house, a massive grill spatula in one hand. “Are they here yet?” she asked.

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Christine walked over to her husband and wrapped her arm around his waist. He kissed the top of her head, lovingly.

“You excited to see your big brother?” James asked.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Christine said. Then she called up the stairs. “Kids! Your cousins will be here any minute!”

The three siblings rumbled down into the family room. They were all dressed nicer than usual: a polo and jeans for Austin and sleeveless blouses with slacks on the girls. Once again, James marveled at how, even in similar outfits, his two daughters looked completely different.

“Hey Dad, I just got off the phone with Melanie,” Lexi said, “She says she wants to come by and visit sometime next week.”

“That sounds lovely,” James said. “Just for dinner, right?”

“Sure,” Molly said, “Dinner.” Then the two sisters started laughing. James didn’t want to smile, but he did anyway. He was trying to be more responsible about things. But then he pictured the submissive, skinny blonde spit roasted between him and Lexi. This was never going to end, was it? At least they were keeping it amongst themselves these days. Mostly.

“Who’s Melanie?” Austin asked.

“Oh, you’re going to love her,” Lexi said, with an exaggerated wink.

“Speaking of which,” James said, using his best stern father voice, “I expect all of you to behave in front of your cousins. You understand what I mean by that, yes?”

“Oh, you bet we will,” Molly said. James glared back at his daughter. She wilted. “Yes, Daddy.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Christine said, but she was smiling oddly as she said it. “Promise.”

There was a knock on the door and the family ran up to answer it. Everyone shouted as they were reunited. The families had always been close. James sometimes forgot that fact over the year when they didn’t see each other. But whenever they met up, they all slipped right back into it. It was nice, James thought. Easy.

Jack, Christine’s older brother, came up and said hello first. He had always been a big man — taller than James, even — and he’d put on weight over the years, giving him a bit of a gut. He was balding on top, too, and what hair he had was more salt than pepper. He shook James’ hand, hard, and slapped his back. It was hard to hate Jack, it really was. He was such a good guy.

Next, Jack’s wife stepped up and gave James a hug. Kelly was a petite woman, about Christine’s height. But that was about all Kelly shared with her sister-in-law. She had dark brown hair that ran in ringlets down past her shoulders. Brown eyes and a cute, little upturned nose. But that wasn’t what James noticed most. Kelly had huge breasts and wide hips, almost as impressive as Molly’s. James had always had a crush on the woman, though he tried not to show it. He thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

Jack’s two kids, Jessie and Eric, stood back and waved. They were still in those awkward years where they weren’t comfortable hugging adults. Jessie was the older sibling, about Lexi’s age. She had blonde hair like her Aunt Christine’s, but a body that was looking more and more like her own mother’s.

Eric was Molly’s age: eighteen. He was tall like his Dad, with broad shoulders and none of the paunch. He had a mop of curly, dark hair and deep brown, soulful eyes.

The families both stared at each other through the doorway, a strange awkward moment.

“We’re going to hang out in the backyard,” Molly said, and started leading her cousins around the side of the house. The rest of the family followed.

The summer was over, the trees were already changing colors, but the afternoon was warm enough for short sleeves. The backyard smelled of burning propane and fresh cut grass. The kids all found lawn chairs and sat in a circle, talking about their lives.

That ought to be an interesting conversation, James thought. He knew Jessie and Eric were both at school somewhere out east. Meanwhile, Molly and Lexi had both started classes at State, while Austin was looking for work. Very different than where they’d been only a few weeks before.

James went to get a beer (they had beer in the house now!) and overheard Christine talking to Jack and Kelly.

“I can’t believe they let you go,” Kelly said, “That doesn’t seem right.”

“Well, I’ve been having some health issues and the other partners wanted to move in another direction,” Christine said. “There was some other stuff going on, too. I’m not allowed to talk about it, legally.”

James smiled to himself at how his wife implied they were the partners’ issues and not her own. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Dr. Ng who’d been caught riding his son under the phoropter.

“So, you’ll be looking for work?” Jack asked.

“Eventually,” Christine said.

James looked around the backyard. It was weird, thinking that this would be the last barbecue they hosted at the house. With all the changes life had brought, the place was simply more than they could afford. They’d found a duplex to rent on the far side of town. As soon as the house sold, they’d move over there.

Austin paired his iPhone to a Bluetooth speaker, and started blasting the tunes. James stood over the grill and made hot dogs and hamburgers. The families all joked and ate. The kids played cornhole and the adults chatted. James smiled at the world around him. With everything in their lives lately, it was good to have something go right for once.

Christine touched his shoulder. “Can you go in and set up dessert?” she asked. “There’s a bunch of stuff to take out of the fridge and the watermelon needs chopped up.”

“Sure thing,” James said. He and Christine were doing OK. They’d found another marriage counselor and this one seemed to be working out way better. Both husband and wife had some unresolved emotional issues to work out. They didn’t mention their other familial activities, it didn’t seem to matter.

They slept in the same bed and both of them tried to have sex together at least once every couple of days. It wasn’t mind blowing, but it worked. After months of doing his daughters, sex with his wife was actually a nice change of pace. James felt closer to Christine than he had in a long time. She said she felt the same. If a rebuilt marriage could be built out of the ashes of everything else, then maybe this really was working out for the best.

James went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Christine hadn’t properly prepared him for everything she’d purchased. There was a twelve-pack of butterscotch pudding right up front and a tray of chocolate cupcakes on the shelf below it. He took those out and placed them one by one on a plate.

As if that wasn’t enough, there were also fresh-baked brownies sitting on the counter. James took a small knife and cut those into squares. He found another plate and stacked them up into a gooey, chocolate pyramid.

Finally, James dug back into the fridge and rolled out the watermelon. He took the chef’s knife out of the drawer, sharpened it, and placed the fruit on a cutting board. He cut it in half, then halved it again. He sliced all that into chunks and filled a large bowl with pink fruit.