This part continues directly from Part 4. The porn video described in this part is straight out of the deep, dark recesses of my depraved imagination. Any reference to any actual porn video is entirely coincidental. This will not surprise anyone, as even porn has a better storyline than whatever shite my imagination managed to contrive.
The sun streamed in through the slats in the Venetian blinds and across the pillow. Bill shielded his eyes as best he could, but the light in the room was stopping him from going back to sleep. Groggily, he looked around, initially surprised to realise that he wasn’t in his own room – and not even in his own house.
Slowly, the memories of the night before came back to him. He smiled, thinly, as he remembered plunging his cock into the woman’s beautiful arse. Sarah. Her name was Sarah his mind told him.
Frankly, Bill couldn’t have given a shit what her name was, but it was good that he remembered, he guessed. He remembered other bits from the orgy the night before. No doubt about it, that was what it had been. Bill found himself adding a line to his bucket list and instantly ticking it off: be part of an orgy. Tick.
He looked around the room. A few feet away sat a bedside cabinet with a digital clock on it, which politely informed him that it was just a few minutes before 8 o’clock. Bill groaned – his head hurt a little.
A smell of frying bacon assaulted his nostrils. The joke about Sarah liking sausage came back to him. Bill liked sausages and had been promised that there were some. At that memory, his stomach informed him that he was very hungry. Bill tried to ignore this feeling, but his stomach quickly decided that, if he was going to be a prick about it, then it – the stomach – was going to be in charge. It rumbled and gurgled several times until Bill resigned himself to his fate and folded out of bed.
Bill was surprised at both his energy and the lack of pain in his knees. He had enjoyed a number of “birthday whores” in his time and had always been utterly exhausted the following day (no matter how insistent his stomach happened to be!) Further, he had been suffering from osteoarthritis in his knees for several years and they often ached in the mornings.
Yet, today, he was full of energy and his knees made no complaint at all as he stood up and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was empty and Bill emptied his bladder before he made his way downstairs.
Following his nose, he found his way into the kitchen where he found Sarah wearing a white apron with a rather hideous representation of a toucan on it, serving bacon onto a plate in front of her son. Robbie, Bill remembered as he watched the young man nod at his mother and begin loading bacon and beans into his mouth.
Robbie was topless, Bill saw, and he was quite well defined. Bill, however, could not get the picture of the young man ploughing his cock into his sister out of his head.
I slept in his bed last night, Bill recalled. I wonder where he slept? But that was painfully obvious, he realised. Robbie had, presumably, been with his sister last night.
Robbie looked up from his breakfast for just long enough to nod at Bill and try and say something around a mouthful of scrambled egg, nodded again and turned his attention back to his overflowing plate.
Sarah looked over at Bill. “Good morning, Bill, dear,” she said.
“Morning, ma’am,” Bill replied.
“Oh, stop that,” Sarah laughed. “Any man who has had his cock up my arse is free to call me by my first name. Sarah. I insist.”
“OK, mum, Sarah it is,” Robbie said and laughed.
Sarah looked at her son. “I meant what I said, Robbie,” she said. “Any man.” Bill took this to mean that Robbie had fucked his mother’s arse at some point. The thought should have disgusted him – hell, this entire family was fucking disgusting and immoral and should all be fucking locked up in theory. Instead, he found the idea erotic and he began to get hard inside his trousers.
“So, what do I call Dad,” Robbie asked.
“Well, you’ve not fucked his arse yet, so I assume it’s ‘Dad’ for now,” Sarah laughed.
“I’ll sort that out soon enough,” Robbie grinned and winked at Bill. Bill found himself grinning back.
“Well, Bill, dear,” Sarah turned back to him. “Whilst my son ponders how he’s going to do that…”
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Robbie muttered only half to himself.
“…what would you like for your breakfast,” Sarah said, pointedly.
“I…er… what… Um…”
“Sausage,” Robbie said. “He likes sausage, remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” Sarah said. “Would sausage be good?”
“If it’s not too much trouble,” Bill answered.
“Of course not,” Sarah said. “They’re in the air fryer now. It’ll only be a minute or two. Toast? Beans? What do you like?”
“Everything on there,” Bill said, pointing to Robbie’s plate. “But, really – whatever you have will be fine.”
“Excellent. Give me a few minutes. Take a seat.” So saying, she turned to the cooker behind her. Bill’s mouth dropped open. Behind that horrendous (and desperately in need of a wash) apron, Sarah was completely naked.
“How do you like your eggs,” Sarah asked and turned back around again for a moment. She saw the look on Bill’s face. “What? Oh. Yes. Well, I’ve not cooked in the nude since about the time that the kids were born, but I’ve always enjoyed the freedom of it. I hate the apron,” she continued, “but I hate fat scalds on my tits even more!” She laughed.
Bill shook himself awake again. “Fried,” he said.
“What?”
“The eggs?”
“Oh, yes! Fried. Of course. Just a minute!” Sarah turned back to the cooker.
Bill noticed that Robbie was not shy in staring at his mother’s bare arse as she cooked. Robbie turned and winked at Bill again, nodding his head in his mother’s direction and raising an eyebrow. Bill winked and nodded back. The two of them grinned as if sharing a secret.
If it was a secret, it was the most open secret in the history of open secrets. Sarah turned to the table with a plate covered in bacon, beans, eggs, beans, sausages, beans, toast beans, beans and beans and plonked it in front of Bill.
As she stepped away from the table, she playfully clipped him on the back of the head. “Stop staring at my arse,” she said, smirking. “Do you think I’m stood here cooking breakfast for you so that you can stare at my arse?”
“Yes,” Bill answered and swatted her, lightly. “And can you blame me? That, ma’am – Sarah, I mean – is one gorgeous arse! And I’ve seen a few!”
“I’ll bet,” Robbie replied. “And it is a gorgeous arse, mum. I mean Sarah,” he giggled.
“Oh, pooh,” Sarah replied, though she was secretly thrilled.
“Not in the kitchen please, Sarah,” Bill joked.
“Yeah – it’ll make the food smell funny,” Robbie laughed.
Sarah tried to look horrified, but simply couldn’t keep it going. The three of them burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny,” Aimee asked from the doorway. Bill – along with the others – turned to face her and he nearly choked on his beans. The young woman was as naked as her mother – more so, as she was not wearing an apron. And she was fucking stunning! Of course, pretty much any naked woman looks stunning, but in Aimee’s case the word wasn’t quite descriptive enough.
Robbie filled her in on the joke and then had to repeat himself as his father came in. Mike, Bill was relieved to see, was wearing boxer shorts. Mike walked over to his wife and slapped his hands on her arse. “So fucking gorgeous,” he said.
“My arse? Or the rest of me?” Sarah looked over her shoulder at her husband.
“Who’s looking at the rest of you,” Mike joked. Bill laughed as he watched Sarah hit Mike with one of those kitchen implements that men don’t know the name of and shoved her arse into him to push him away.
“Sit down, fuck-face,” she said to him. “Before I pour boiling egg fat over your limp dick!”
“It’s not limp,” Mike grinned back as he headed to the table.
“Tough shit,” Sarah said. “You had your chance to get on my good side and you failed. So it can be as hard as it likes – you ain’t getting any from me!”
Mike pretended to pout. Then he looked, quizzically, at Aimee. “Sorry, daddy,” Aimee said in response to the question Mike hadn’t asked, “I’m otherwise occupied.” So saying, she walked over to Robbie’s chair and sat on his lap. She wiggled her butt a few times whilst Robbie managed to eat around her. Finally, she stood up a little, moved her hand under her butt and sat down again. She gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
“Not at the breakfast table,” Mike said and Bill realised that Robbie was also nude and now had his cock in his sister’s pussy. He shook his head – not at them, but at how all of this incestuous behaviour was now so acceptable to him.
“Really, daddy,” Aimee asked as she stood up again. She stepped over to her father. “So, if I sunk my pretty little pussy down on your hard cock, you’d send me away?”
Mike swallowed. “Absolutely,” he said.
“I call bullshit, daddy,” Aimee said. She fished her father’s cock out of his boxers, spun around and lowered herself onto it. She moaned as she sunk onto her daddy’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl,” Mike said. Then he came back to the real world. “Go on, go away,” he said.
Aimee turned to look at him, her eyebrow raised. “Really?”
“Yes,” Mike said “I want you to get off me.” Aimee began to stand up. Mike gripped her hips and sat her back down onto him. “In about sixty years,” he laughed.
Aimee whooped and sat down again. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” she gasped.
“I am,” Mike laughed and everyone laughed along.
“You’re a fucking pervert,” Sarah said, smirking at her husband.
“I can’t help it,” Mike replied. “We’ve got such gorgeous children!”
“I was talking to that slut daughter of yours,” Sarah smiled back.
“Yep,” Aimee said. “And happy, too!” Everyone laughed again.
Somehow, everyone had managed to eat something for breakfast. Sarah had finished cooking, ripped off the apron and sat between Robbie and Bill naked as the day she was born. She managed to eat her breakfast in between gripping one or the other by the cock and stroking them a little. Bill had rapidly got hard inside his pants and had removed them becoming as naked as the rest of them.
Sarah was the last to finish her breakfast, despite having the smallest plate, mainly because – having cooked for everyone else before her – she was the last to sit down. Of course, her hands being busy between mouthfuls didn’t help.
The family – but not Bill who was waited on as a guest – put their plates in the dishwasher. A few telltale drips slid down Aimee’s leg to indicate that her father had cum inside her over breakfast. The shit-eating grin on Mike’s face simply confirmed it.
Everyone made their way into the main room. Aimee sat on her brother’s cock, facing away from him, and bounced a few times. “Squish that cum, big brother,” she said. “Push daddy’s cum deep inside me with your beautiful cock!”
“Gonna add to it with my own,” Robbie said. “Just you wait!”
“Oh, yes! Do it! Fucking cum inside me like daddy did! Flood my little pussy with cum!”
“I will! I won’t be long!”
“Oh, you are,” Aimee snickered. “Trust me, I know!”
Robbie pushed into his sister. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck! I fucking love this, sis! Fuck!”
“Me too, big brother,” Aimee replied, her eyes closed as she worked on another orgasm. “So fucking good! Should have done this months ago!”
“Fuck, yeah! But don’t worry – we’ll make up for it!”
“I fucking hope so!”
Robbie thrust again a couple of times. “Oh, fuck! Yeah! Fuck! I’m fucking cumming! Cumming in your pussy, sis! Cumming so fucking…oh, shit! Fuck!” He released a barrage of cum into his sister.
Aimee gasped as her brother came inside her and she came alongside him. “Oh, fuck, Robbie! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking fuck! Shit! Oh, fuck yeah!” She spun her head as far as she could and the two of them kissed, desperately.
Bill couldn’t help being constantly hard, but also curious. Once the two kids had come down from whatever orgasmic cloud they were currently on, he asked a question that had been bothering him for a couple of minutes. “What did you mean when you said you should have done this months ago? How long have you been… you know…”
“Fucking like rabbits?” Robbie smirked at Bill. “I don’t know – what time is it now?”
“Nearly nine.”
“Then about 12 hours. Give or take.”
Bill was gobsmacked. “Twelve hours? That’s all?”
“Yeah,” Aimee replied. “Until last night we were just a normal family. Now… we’re a little less normal!” She laughed.
“But you guys are so…calm. Accepting. Confident with each other!”
“Is that a problem,” Sarah asked.
“No. It’s just…surprising, is all, I guess.”
“Last night was certainly…educational,” Mike said.
Bill looked around the room. “The jewels,” he said, after a moment or two.
“What?” Mike looked guilty. Fuck it – Mike felt – guilty. Like a nasty little secret had been discovered.
“It’s the jewels, right? They…help drop your inhibitions?”
“How…how did you…?”
“Didn’t take much,” Bill replied. “They’re always around. I saw the two of you,” he pointed at Robbie and Mike who were sitting next to one another, “in the rear-view on the way here. There was a weird purple glow in the car. Then, when I came in here, the jewels were all over the room and they still glowed – like they’re doing now, although you can’t see them as easily as it’s daylight. And, of course, there’s the fact that you can’t help staring at them.”
“What?”
“Yeah,” Bill continued. “I kinda noticed last night, but I was a little…preoccupied to give it much thought.”
“You were too busy giving to mum’s arse,” Aimee laughed.
Bill chuckled. “It is a pretty distracting arse,” he agreed.
“I think there should have been a comma in that sentence, Bill, dear,” Sarah said. “I have a pretty, distracting arse. Two adjectives.” She raised two fingers to emphasise her point.
“That too,” Bill agreed. “But last night when I was paying court to your pretty distracting, pretty and distracting arse, you were staring at that jewel on the counter over there.” He pointed to the sideboard, where Sarah’s flower-shaped jewel rested.
“You two,” he continued, pointing to Aimee and Robbie, “were fucking in that direction,” he pointed to the windowsill where a purple devil sat next to a purple…horse? Whatever.
“And you,” he pointed at Mike, “put that one down, carefully, over there and stood next to it all the time.” Mike’s bee could be seen where Bill’s hand indicated.
“And, finally, there’s the fact that you can’t keep your eyes off at least one of them at any point. Leastways, not for more than a couple of minutes. You stare at them, like…I don’t know. Like they’re possessing you.”
“It feels like it,” Mike agreed. “I’m getting worried.”
“What for,” Bill asked.
“Well. All this…sex. I mean, we’ve done things over the past few hours that we wouldn’t have dreamed of this time yesterday. They’ve got a control over us!”
“So? Look, I know I don’t look it, but I’m not a young man,” Bill joked. “I know you know about my birthday…shenanigans.”
“Your prostitutes,” Aimee said.
“Yes. Them. Well, anyway, normally after an hour or two with my…lady friends,” he looked vaguely embarrassed, “I get…um…”
“Deflated?” Sarah grinned at him.
“Er…no. Not really. I just can’t keep up like I used to. I mean, I can keep it up – and unlike many guys my age I don’t need pills for that – but I don’t have the energy any more. After a bit my energy starts flagging and I just want to sleep. But last night? I could have kept on for ages.”
“Bullshit,” Robbie said. “You were knackered. I practically had to carry you up the stairs!”
“But not until I had finished,” Bill replied. “If I had had another person to fuck, I would have been able to. And this morning,” he continued. “Normally, after a…session, I’m in bed the whole next morning near enough. But today, I’m up at eight – despite not going to bed until after three – and I’m full of energy. If those jewels are responsible, so fucking be it! Count yourselves lucky and fuck the days away!”
The Ross family thought about what Bill had said. Each of them heard him say aloud the fears and thoughts that had been going through their heads. What Bill was saying was true. Each of them was more energised than they felt they had a right to be, considering the amount of exercise they had partaken in the night before. Sleep had been quick in coming, certainly, but that was not a surprise either, and for much the same reason. Yet each of them was wide awake this morning and had availed themselves of a bigger breakfast than any of them had eaten in weeks.
“So…I shouldn’t be worried, you think?” Mike wasn’t sure why he was basing his entire family future on the words of an elderly tow truck driver, but for some reason it just seemed right. After all, the guy might be old, but he was clearly a quick thinker. His forensic explanation of the night before was testament to that.
“Fuck, no! Go for it, I say! You’re all young – younger than me, at least. So go and have fun! With whoever and however you want! Unless it really becomes an issue, just do it as the Nike adverts say. And if it does become an issue…don’t come to me for help! I’m not exactly an expert in this sort of thing!” He laughed.
“But,” Robbie countered, “we can read each other’s minds! And yours! You never mentioned your birthday…treats. Not until mum did. But we all knew about them beforehand.” He turned to the others who nodded in agreement.
“I didn’t say there wasn’t a down-side to it,” Bill said. “But, I just said, I’m not an expert.”
“It’s not a down side,” Aimee said. “I think it’s cool that I can read my brother’s dirty little mind!” She smiled at Robbie and then smacked him, lightly, on the leg. “Later,” she said.
“I think it’s a down side,” Bill said. “Sure, it’s great that you can read his mind, although I can’t and I still know roughly what he was thinking to make you hit him and good on you!”
“So, what’s the down side?”
“Secrets. You’ll never have any, maybe. You’ll never be surprised at Christmas because you’ll know what the present is before you open it – possibly before it’s even been delivered. You’ll know a person’s inner thoughts. Maybe other people less than yourselves. You got my birthday whores because they were at the top of my mind, but I doubt you can read anything more.”
“Not true,” Sarah said. “I know you had a wife – Margaret or Marie or something like that – and that she died a long time ago and that’s why you entertain yourself on your birthday with women’s arses. You didn’t tell us that. Or not much of it, at least.”
“Mary,” Bill said. “She was Mary. And yes, she loved me fucking her arse. She loved anal so much I’m amazed we ever got pregnant!” Bill smiled, ruefully as he remembered.
“But she died – along with your baby,” Aimee said. “Oh, Bill, I’m so sorry!” She stood up and came over to him, sat on his lap and held him tightly.
“Thank you,” Bill said, trying not to cry. The memories flooded back. His darling, Mary, in that scandalous (for the times) two-piece swimsuit that she spent less time in than out of when they went swimming up at the lake all those years ago. The pregnant belly that he had kissed, every night, promising his child the world when they were born. The way that, due to her large, pregnant belly, doggy-style and anal were the most comfortable positions for Mary to have sex in and how she craved sex more and more as the pregnancy went on.
The way the light went out of her eyes as she died.
The look on the doctor’s face as he told Bill there was nothing that could be done for either Mary or her baby.
The vomit-yellow walls of the hospital corridor, where Bill sat and cried and wailed for hours after hearing the news.
The nursery that had never been used. The pristine white cot that had never been slept in. The baby clothes that hung, unworn, in the wardrobe for years before he could bring himself to donate them to a couple down the street who were struggling for money. The cot and some other baby things had gone that way, too.
It had been years later that he had finally disposed of his wife’s things. By then, many of her clothes were so old they practically fell apart when he held them, but he could picture his wife in each outfit before…
And now the tears fell and he couldn’t stop them. Didn’t want to stop them. They fell down his face and Aimee felt them, running cold and wet across her breasts, and she held him tighter.
It was a minute or so, before Bill stopped weeping and, when he blinked the tears from his eyes, he was confronted by two naked eighteen-year-old breasts. And like a horny old man (which, fuck it, he was), he stuck out his tongue and licked a nipple.
Aimee jumped. “Bill!” She half-laughed, half-screamed his name. “What do you think you are doing?”
Bill was feeling much better now. The searing pain he had felt at the front of his mind just moments before was once more a dull, throbbing ache near the back of his head that he was used to. “I’m turning you on,” he smirked.
“Is that what you call it,” Aimee asked, jokingly.
“Yes. Why? Isn’t it working?”
“I don’t know. Try again and we’ll see.”
Bill did. Several times. “Well,” he asked.
Aimee mock-sighed. “Bill, Bill, Bill,” she said. “Honestly! I come here, offering you my support and care and allowing you to cry your tears all over my tits and now you’re licking my nipples and trying it on! Seriously, Bill, my friend, what am I going to do with you?”
A well-liked video, that Aimee kept in her private stash for perusal when she was alone and horny came to mind. An old man and his granddaughter, cuddling together in a private part of the house. The granddaughter giving comfort to her grandfather who suddenly started to turn the situation to his advantage…
“I’ve got a couple of suggestions,” Bill answered, wiggling his eyebrows lecherously.
Aimee was shocked for a moment. This was the exact line that came up on the video. Almost without thinking, what the granddaughter said next came to her thoughts. “Oh, I’m sure you have,” she smiled at Bill. “Such as?”
“Well, you could bend over and suck my dick for me,” Bill answered. “That would be a good start!” The line wasn’t exactly the same. But it was very close…
“A good start? What kind of girl do you take me for?”
“A very good girl,” Bill answered, stroking her arm. “Grandpa’s very special girl.” He smiled at her. “That was how it went in that video, wasn’t it?”
Aimee blushed. That video was one she hoped no-one would ever find out about. Of course, now that the crystals were in their lives… “Shit,” she hissed.
“See? Down side,” Bill said.
“I’ll give you ‘down side’,” Aimee countered and slid off his lap. On her knees, she pushed in between Bills legs and took his semi-erect cock into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Bill said. “Oh, good god!”
Aimee looked up at him. “Do you know the rest of it; the video” she asked.
Bill shook his head.
The next part of the video came, almost unbidden, into Aimee’s mind. For some reason, her more secret porn favourites came to mind really easily now. She remembered, so clearly, what came next in the video. She concentrated on it and made it the focus of her thoughts. When Bill had picked up on her thoughts moments before, the thoughts themselves were at the front of her mind. She tried to do this again with the next part of the video, which now hung in her head like a freeze-frame, waiting for someone to press Play.
Bill shook his head again. Aimee pointed to her horse-shaped crystal and Robbie tossed it to her. She stared at it, intently, for a moment, trying to push her thoughts into it. After a moment or two, it began to glow.
A few moments later, the other crystals around the room also began to glow. Something was wrong, though. Instead of the usual purple glow, the crystals were all glowing red. Each member of the Ross family heard them speak, although none of them liked what they heard. Bill caught the basics of what had been said and squirrelled the information away, determined that the family would never know he knew.
Slowly, the horse in Aimee’s hand turned from red to purple and she put it down again.
“Try again,” Aimee said.
Bill shook his head again. “Sorry,” he said, “still nothing.”
“Try harder,” Aimee said.
Bill prepared to shake his head again when suddenly… The grandpa tells her she’s a really good girl, the thought came, seemingly from nowhere, to the forefront of Bill’s mind. “You’re a really good girl,” Bill said. “Grandpa’s special, good girl.”
The girl begins sucking her grandpa again. Aimee began to suck Bill’s cock again.
He says it again. “Such a good girl,” Bill said, the words now coming straight into his head, unencumbered. “Oh, such a good little girl for Grandpa. Sucking Grandpa’s cock for him! So good!”
The girl sucks harder, faster. Aimee sucked harder. Faster.
Grandpa tells her: “Oh, fuck, yes, baby! So good! So fucking good, baby girl! Grandpa loves his baby girl! Suck that dick, baby! Suck Grandpa so good! Gonna give you my cum, baby! Gonna give you that same cum that made your mom!” Bill hated the word ‘mom’; why couldn’t Americans learn to speak English properly? But it was in the video and Bill was possessed by Aimee’s recollection of the video and desperate to do it right.
“No, Grandpa,” Aimee/Granddaughter said. “I don’t want it there! I want it in my pussy! Don’t you want that, Grandpa? To give your little girl your cum in her pussy?”
“Oh, yeah,” Bill/Grandpa answered. “But don’t worry! I got lots of cum! I can give it to you twice! Maybe more, if you’re really good!”
“Oh, thank you, Grandpa,” Aimee/Granddaughter replied. “Yummy!” And with that, Aimee/Granddaughter resumed sucking on Bill/Grandpa’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, yeah! That’s it, baby girl! Show Grandpa how good a girl you are! You’re a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” Aimee/Granddaughter nodded. “So good! Oh, yeah! Oh, god! Oh, fuck! Here it comes, baby! Cumming for you, baby! I’m-a cumming for you!”
Bill hadn’t expected to cum any time soon. There was always a warning, first. A warning sign that any guy over the age of about thirteen knows very well and that, depending on how much he is enjoying what is happening to him he may, or may not, bother telling his partner about.
But in the video, this was where Grandpa fed his Granddaughter his cum and, completely without any warning, Bill felt his orgasm hit and he filled Aimee’s mouth with his cum. He grabbed the back of his head, just like in the video, and forced her mouth over his cock as he came. “Cumming! Oh, fuck! Cumming right down your throat, baby! Fucking take my fucking cum! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, FUCK!”
Aimee, like the Granddaughter in the video, sucked every drop down. Eventually, Bill stopped cumming and released her head. She came up for air. “Did I do good, Grandpa,” she asked. “Did your little girl do good?”
“Very good,” Bill/Grandpa answered, gasping a little. “Just give Grandpa a moment, baby.”
“But you promised, Grandpa,” Aimee/Granddaughter said. “You promised me!”
“I know, baby,” Bill/Grandpa answered. “I just need a moment!” What the fuck for? I’m fine! In fact, I’m more than fine! Let me at that pussy!
In a moment! In the video it takes a moment!
But…
IN A MOMENT! The voice hit Bill like a freight train and he imagined that he had snapped his head back in shock. He was surprised to discover that this was not the case.
Now, Grandpa, strokes his Granddaughter’s cheek. Bill stroked Aimee’s cheek. “That’s Grandpa’s good girl,” Bill/Grandpa said. “Such a good girl! A good girl like you deserves a special present!”
“Oh, yes, Grandpa,” Aimee/Granddaughter replied. “Are you gonna fuck me now? Like you used to fuck mommy?”
“Oh, yes, baby girl,” Bill/Grandpa said. “You just come up here and Grandpa will give you what you want!”
Aimee/Granddaughter climbed up onto Bill/Grandpa’s lap. “Do you want Grandpa to suck your pretty pussy?”
“No, it’s OK, Grandpa,” Aimee/Granddaughter answered. “I got my step-brother to… oh!”
“You and your step-brother, huh,” Bill/Grandpa came back. “That dirty little fucker! I’m going to punish him! Where is he?” Bill/Grandpa started to rise.
“No, Grandpa! No! It’s OK! Don’t hurt my step-brother, please! Please, Grandpa! I’ll do anything! Anything, Grandpa! Just don’t hurt him, please!”
“Anything, huh? OK, you little slut! I won’t hurt the little fucker! But you’re going to pay! And you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Oh! No! No, Grandpa! Not that! Please! Anything but that!”
“Uh-uh,” Bill/Grandpa hissed. “You promised! Anything, you said. Anything. So I’m gonna take it out on that cute little ass of yours!” Ass! Another Americanisation that Bill really couldn’t stand. But Bill was – in a worryingly real way – no longer just Bill…
“Please, no, Grandpa! Please!”
“No? OK, so I’m gonna whip your step-fucker within an inch of his life, then! Gonna get my belt and whip him so hard he won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
“No! Not that! Not my step-brother! He…I… Please! Don’t hurt him! I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Even give me your ass?”
Granddaughter dropped her head, defeated. “Yes,” she whispered.
“What? Grandpa is old, baby, and can’t hear you!”
“Yes, you can fuck my ass,” Granddaughter said.
“Beg me,” Grandpa ordered. “Beg me for it! Tell me what you want!”
Granddaughter looked at her Grandpa. “Please, Grandpa,” she said, “please fuck my ass! I want you to be the first in my ass! Please, Grandpa!”
“The first, huh? No-one else has had your ass?”
“No,” Granddaughter said.
“Not even that step-fucker step-brother of yours?”
“No! He’s not done that! No-one has done that! I saved my ass for you, Grandpa! Only for you!”
Grandpa’s face softened. “That’s my good little girl,” he said, stroking her cheek again. “Such a sweet little girl for Grandpa. And it’ll be our little secret, won’t it? You won’t tell anyone? Not even your step-brother?”
“No, Grandpa! I won’t tell. No-one will know. I promise. As long as you fuck my ass for me, no-one will know.” Granddaughter kissed Grandpa on the nose. “Just my lovely Grandpa. Your little girl loves you, Grandpa! That’s why I saved my ass for you! To show you how much I love you! That’s why I gave you every hole first! Because I love you!”
“Such a sweet little girl,” Grandpa said again. “OK. I’ll do what you want me to. Turn around, baby!”
Granddaughter turned around, displaying her ample arse to her darling Grandpa. “Please be gentle, Grandpa. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl,” Grandpa answered. “Grandpa will be so careful with his little girl. It might hurt at first,” Grandpa continued, “but it will feel so much better soon; I promise!”
Granddaughter looked, with some concern, at her Grandpa. “OK, Grandpa,” she said. “I trust you. I love you, Grandpa!”
“Grandpa loves you too, baby sweet. Let Grandpa show you how much he loves you.” So saying, he leaned forward and began to lick his Granddaughter’s arsehole.
Granddaughter jumped a little. “Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh, wow! Oh, Grandpa! Oh, shit, fuck! Oh, god! That feels so weird! But so good! Oh, god! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Do it again, Grandpa! Lick my ass again!”
Grandpa licked again, rubbing the tip of his tongue around his Granddaughter’s rosebud. Licking it. Tickling it. Breathing across it. Granddaughter jumped again.
“Oh, shit-fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah! Do that! I love that! Grandpa! Oh, god, Grandpa! You’re licking my ass! I love it when you lick my ass! Oh, fuck!”
Grandpa smiled and stuck out his tongue as far as it would go, plunging it in and out of his Granddaughter’s arse.
“Oooh! Oh, fuck, yeah! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Do that again! Oh, shit, fuck, shit!”
Grandpa tongued his Granddaughter’s arse a few more times.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, shit, yeah! Oh, fuck! Lick that ass! Lick my ass all fucking day! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit-shit-shit-shit-fuck-shit!”
Now, Grandpa finished his tongue action and put his hands on his Granddaughter’s hips. “Come down here, baby,” he said. “Gonna fuck your ass now! Get ready!”
“Oh, yes, Grandpa! I’m ready! I’m so fucking ready! Do it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it deep, Grandpa! Make it yours! Take it! Take my fucking ass-cherry! I want you to have it!”
Grandpa placed the tip of his cock at his Granddaughter’s butt-hole. “This might hurt a little, baby girl,” Grandpa said. “But just you wait! You’ll love it soon, I promise!”
“OK, Grandpa,” Granddaughter replied. “Do it. Fuck my ass! I love you, Grandpa!”
Grandpa lowered his Granddaughter down a little onto his cock. “Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit,” Granddaughter gasped.
“Are you OK, baby?”
“Yes! Yes, Grandpa! Don’t stop! It hurts, but I love you and I want you to do it! Fuck my ass until it’s sore!” So saying, Granddaughter took events into her own hands and pushed down on Grandpa’s cock so that half of it, or more, was lodged in her arse. “Oh! SHIIITTT! OWWWW! Fuck! Fuck! Ow! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! That hurts, Grandpa! Oh, fuck!”
Grandpa grew very concerned. “Do you want me to take it out? I will! You’ve been a very good girl and Grandpa will stop if you want me to.”
“No! No! No, wait! I’ll be OK in a moment! Wait, Grandpa! Give me a moment! I want you to fuck my ass! Just wait!”
After a few moments, Granddaughter seemed to feel that things were better. “I told you, Grandpa! I just needed a moment. More! Give me more!”
Grandpa pushed up just as Granddaughter pushed down and, with another squeal, Granddaughter found herself sitting on her Grandpa’s lap. “Oh, shit! Fuck! Give me a second, Grandpa! Oh, fuck! You’re so big! So fucking big in my ass! I told you I wanted it, Grandpa! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Oh, fuck me!”
“I will,” Grandpa replied. “Here we go. Slow to start with.” And Grandpa was as good as his word. He slowly started to move his Granddaughter up and down his cock, spearing her arse.
“Oh, fuck! Yeah! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! That feels so good, Grandpa! So good!” Now, Granddaughter started to get into her rhythm. “Harder,” she called out. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster! Fucking fuck me harder! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck yeah! Oh, fuck! You’re going to make me cum, Grandpa! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Oh, yeah! Fuck that ass! Fuck it! Make it yours! Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking hell! Shit! Fuck! I’m cumming! Cumming, Grandpa! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, FUCK!!!!!”
Granddaughter screamed and bucked, gasping for breath. “Oh, shit!, oh, shit!, oh, shit,” she whispered, repeatedly, as she came down from her orgasmic high.
Grandpa, however, was not finished. As soon as he felt his Granddaughter was recovered enough, he began pushing himself up inside her again. “Fuck, yeah! Gonna fuck yer ass! Gonna fuck it hard! Yeah! Fuck! Fucking, yeah! Fucking your ass! Ugh! Fuck! Shit! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Gonna cum right up yer ass! Fuck! Fucking yeah! Fucking that tight ass! Fuck, yeah! Take it! Take it, you slut! Fucking take my cum up yer ass! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!”
“Oh, fuck, Grandpa! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum again! Oh, fuck! Oh shit! Pound my ass, Grandpa! Fuck it! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
The pair of them exploded almost simultaneously. Gasping, screaming, shouting and cumming in an orgasmic blast that sent both of them reeling. It was almost a full minute before they were calm enough to do anything more than simply pant with exhaustion.
Across the room, Mike, Sarah and Robbie watched in abject fascination. In front of them, a real-life porn film brought to reality without the slightly dodgy hand-held camera shake common to porn that isn’t quite up to standards. Each of them was lost in what little story there was, but utterly mesmerised by what they were seeing.
Suddenly, Sarah felt something tickle her mind. She didn’t understand it for a moment, but it came again, more insistently. It was, she realised, the voice of her crystal, giving her instruction.
Sarah mimed opening a door and walked over to the two sweat-covered people before her. “Daddy? Baby? What? What the fuck is going on here?” A thought hit her; god the scripting in porn is really fucking stupid! She’s naked, he’s naked and got his dick up her arse! What the fuck does the mother think is going on?
“Oh, mommy,” Granddaughter replied. “It’s Grandpa! He’s been fucking my ass! So good! So deep! Oh, fuck, yeah!” She giggled and laid her head down on her Grandpa’s chest.
“Daddy? What the fuck? That’s your Granddaughter! How dare you? You’re disgusting!”
“What,” Grandpa asked. “I fucked you enough times! Time for your daughter to learn the family secret!”
“But she’s only eighteen, Daddy! And you’re getting on for seventy! How the fuck is that right?” Seventy? Yeah, right! But that’s the line…
“Don’t matter! Age ain’t nothing but a number! This special little girl’s got herself a fine ass and I took advantage of that! Just as I did yours, remember?”
“But, Daddy! I thought I was your special little girl!”
“Oh, you are,” Grandpa replied. “You are both my special little girls! Grandpa loves his little girl,” he stroked his Granddaughter on the leg. “Daddy loves his little girl, too,” he stroked Mommy on the leg as well.
“It’s OK, mommy,” Granddaughter said. “We can share! Grandpa’s got enough cum for both of us!” Whilst she said this, she slowly stood up and slid her Grandpa’s cock out of her arse. As it slipped out, a small puddle of cum dribbled from her arsehole and pooled on Grandpa’s lap.
“Hey,” Mommy said. “Don’t waste my Daddy’s cum!” She instantly dropped to her knees and began licking the puddle of cum from her Daddy’s lap. “You have such lovely tasting cum, Daddy! Much nicer than my husband’s cum! I love to drink your cum, Daddy!”
“That’s a good girl, Daddy’s good girl,” Grandpa said, stroking Mommy’s hair. He smiled at Mommy, who smiled back and resumed licking cum from his lap and then sucking on her Daddy’s cock to make sure there was no cum left inside for her. She was disappointed to realise that her Daddy had given it all to his Granddaughter.
“It is nice cum,” Granddaughter said. “But I like my step-brother’s cum more, I think.”
“You’ve tasted your step-brother’s cum?” Mommy was very angry.
“Oh, yes,” Granddaughter replied, apparently unaware of how pissed her Mommy was right now. “He’s got such a nice cock and such lovely cum! Yours is lovely too, Grandpa, but my step-brother has the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.
“Oh, that’s it,” Mommy said. “You’re both in deep trouble now, you and your step-brother! Call him!”
“What? Mommy, it’s OK! I wanted him to…”
“I don’t give a fuck! Call him! You two are in deep shit, now! I mean it! Call him!”
“Why don’t you call him,” Granddaughter asked, petulantly.
“Because I’m too busy,” her Mommy replied and resumed licking Grandpa’s cock. “Oh, Daddy! I love you! I love your cock! Give me your cock, Daddy! Please! I want you to fuck me whilst I punish my little girl and her step-brother! Can I! Will you? Please?”
Grandpa was not one to refuse sex. “Certainly, baby,” he replied. “Come here! Sit on Daddy’s cock! That baby-making cock that made you! Come on! Sit on me! Now!”
Mommy wasn’t wasting much time. She stripped off her (imaginary) clothes and spun and plunged her Daddy’s cock into her pussy. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah! I’ve missed this cock, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me good!” She quickly turned her attention to Granddaughter. “Go on! Call that little fucker of a step-brother of yours! Call him up here!”
“Step-brother!” Granddaughter shouted.
Robbie felt a tickle in the back of his mind. Moments later he was at the “door”. “What? I was about to have a shower! What do you…what the fuck? Step-mom? What the actual fuck?”
“Oh, fuck! Yeah, Daddy! You’re fucking me so good,” Mommy called out. “My Daddy is fucking me! Like you have your little step-sister, you little shit!”
“What? I…how… what?”
“She knows,” Granddaughter said, nearly in tears. “Mommy knows! She caught me fucking Grandpa and now she knows everything!”
“You were fucking your Grandpa,” step-brother asked.
“Oh, fuck, yeah! He’s got such a nice cock! Not as nice as yours, though,” Granddaughter replied and wiped her eyes to clear the tears threatening to fall down her cheek. Having done so, she stepped over to her step-brother and mimed undoing the towel around his waist. “See, Mommy,” she said. “My step-brother has such a nice cock!” Granddaughter knelt to the ground and swallowed her step-brother’s cock.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! That’s so fucking hot,” Mommy called out. “You were right, your step-brother has a beautiful cock! Doesn’t he, Daddy?”
Grandpa nodded. “Very nice, son,” he called out. “And I’m glad to see you know what to do with it! Fuck that mouth, son! Fuck it! Make her gag on your bog cock!”
“Ugh, fuck! Yeah! Gonna choke you with this cock,” the step-brother grunted. “Suck that cock! Suck it all the way down! Fuck, yeah! So fucking nice!”
“Oh, god! It’s so fucking hot to see you sucking your step-brother! Fuck! I’m so fucking turned on! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Make me forget that cock over there! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Yeah! Gonna make me cream on your cock, Daddy! Oh, fuck! So deep! So hard! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuck me!”
Grandpa gripped Mommy’s waist and slammed her down on his cock several times. Then, without warning, he pushed her forward and she fell to her knees. By some miracle, he didn’t fall out of her and, instead, he simply resumed slamming his cock in and out, over and over. “Fuck that pussy, fuck that pussy, gonna cum in that pussy,” he repeated.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, Daddy! So fucking good! See, little girl,” Mommy called out. “See how your Grandpa loves to fuck me? So good! So good! I know how his cock makes you feel, because it makes me feel so. Fucking. GOOD!” Mommy screamed now. “Oh, FUCK! I’m CUMMING! Cumming on Daddy’s big fucking cock! Oh, FUCK!!!”
“Me too,” Grandpa cried out! “Fucking cumming right, fucking, NOW!!”
Grandpa and Mommy screamed, shouted and cried through their respective orgasms. Gasping for breath, the two of them finally came down and fell to the floor, panting with Grandpa lying atop Mommy’s back.
“Oh, fuck! That was so fucking hot! I fucking loved watching you two fuck,” Granddaughter said. “It’s making me cum! Oh, god! I’m gonna fucking cum on my step-brother’s cock! Watch me, Mommy! Watch me, Grandpa! My step-brother is gonna make me fucking CUM! Oh, SHIT! FUCK!!!!”
Granddaughter squealed as she came on her step-brother’s cock. Her step-brother grunted twice. “Oh, fuck! Cumming, too! I’m cumming right, fucking, NOW!”
At the very last moment, step-brother pulled out of Granddaughter’s pussy and pumped his cock a handful of times. Granddaughter knew what to do. Still on a high, but unable to help herself, she spun around and opened her mouth. Step-brother looked down at her, pumped his cock once more and then grunted and groaned as he spewed his cum across her face.
Granddaughter smiled and squeaked with pleasure as her step-brother coated her face with cum. A small globule splatted into her eye and she closed it, quickly, still smiling. Finally, her step-brother stopped cumming and she, still grinning, began wiping the cum from her face and licking it down.
Mommy crawled over and started to lick Granddaughter’s face, too. Soon the pair of them had cleaned up all of the cum on Granddaughter’s face. The two of them giggled at each other, smiled and opened their mouths to show they still had cum in them. Then they swallowed it all down and smiled at each other again.
“I love you, Mommy. I’m so sorry,” Granddaughter said.
“Mommy loves you, too,” Mommy replied and leaned forwards to kiss her daughter. The kiss was raw, passionate, desperate. The two of them groaned as they kissed the other.
Grandpa motioned the step-brother over to where he remained lying on the floor. The step-brother walked over.
“Son,” Grandpa said, “it’s gonna be a beautiful day.”
The moment the words were out of Bill’s mouth the four of them felt a pressure in their minds leave them. Each gasped with surprise as none of them had even registered the pressure until it was gone.
“What the fuck just happened,” Robbie asked.
“Isn’t it obvious,” Sarah replied. “The video ended.”
Aimee nodded, still caked in sweat, tears, saliva and the drying remnants of Bill’s cum atop her thighs and labia.
“That was fucking intense,” Mike said and the others snapped their attention to him in shock. Each had been so wrapped up in the video they had been replicating that they’d completely forgotten that Mike even existed. Indeed, for a few moments, Bill had forgotten everything about the everyone in the room, such as their names – including his own. They had simply become Grandpa, Granddaughter, Daughter/Mommy and step-brother.
“I mean it,” Mike continued, misconstruing their shock at his presence as disbelief at what he had said. “It was so, fucking, weird! Watching you all! It was like…you were possessed!”
“I think,” Bill began and paused for a moment before continuing. “I think we were. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was so into what was happening it was like I was being directed in a specific way to do specific things at a specific time. Like I was the guy in the video. Like,” he paused again as the next thought was actually quite disturbing. “Like I wasn’t even me.”
“Scripted,” Sarah agreed. “Everything happened exactly as it was supposed to, that’s what it felt like.”
“Yeah,” Robbie agreed as well. “I mean, that bit at the end where I came on you, sis?” Aimee nodded. “Well, I didn’t even feel like cumming at the time! I only came a few minutes ago and I can normally go for quite a while after that, but… I don’t know. It was the right time, I guess.”
“It was,” Aimee said. “That’s what happens in the video – I’ll have to show you sometime.” She looked around at her fellow performers. “Everything happened exactly like on the video,” she said. “You said, and did, exactly what happens exactly when it should. Even cumming in my eye,” she smirked at Robbie. “I don’t think that was supposed to happen to the girl in the video cos she looked shocked at it when it did. But it happened to her, so – I guess – it had to happen to me. But,” she continued and clapped her older brother on the shoulder, “try not to let it happen again, huh? It fucking burns!”
“I make no promises,” Robbie grinned back and everyone laughed.
It was time for Bill to leave and go home. “I kinda wish I didn’t need to,” Bill said, sadly. “It’s been incredible!”
“Yeah, that’s what we’re known for,” Robbie said, laughing. “The Incredible Incestuous Ross’s! Cum to see them! Now showing off!”
Everyone laughed at this, even if it wasn’t actually that funny. It was, Bill realised, that slightly desperate, almost hysterical laughter that a person makes when they laugh for no reason other than to hide the despair inside. Bill was reminded of the red, glowing crystals and what they had said to the family. He knew what it meant.
“I might do,” Bill said, desperately trying to hide the fact that he knew. “If you ever decide to sell tickets, give me a call – I’ll be right there on the front row, telling everyone just how intimately I knew you, before you were famous!” He smirked.
“Oh, goodbye, Bill, dear,” Sarah said with genuine tears across her face. “You were…something else.”
“That sounds like a good advertising strap-line,” Bill said. “Bill’s Tow Trucks! We’re Something Else!” He laughed again.
“Sounds…great,” Aimee said and she began to cry.
“Aw, now,” Bill said when he saw her. “It’s alright, little girl – my special little girl,” he grinned at her and she smiled, wanly, back at him. “I ain’t gonna say ‘I love you’ cos it’s soppy. But…ah, fuck it! I do! I love you all! Even you, you ugly cheapskate bastard,” he laughed at Mike who couldn’t help but smile back, despite the pain inside him.
“Yeah, that was some discount,” Mike said.
Bill knew that they knew that he knew, but all of them were trying to pretend they didn’t – and that was alright, he realised. In fact, it was perfect.
“I guess you paid in full in the end,” Bill said.
“I think it was me and mum who paid ‘in the end’, Bill” Aimee said and laughed through her tears. Everyone laughed a little at that.
“OK,” Bill said. “Gonna go now.” He walked to his pick-up truck and climbed into the cabin. He waved at them, as he reversed off the driveway. When he got to the road, he opened the window and shouted out; “be good! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“That leaves a lot of scope,” Robbie called back, tears flowing, openly, down his face as he looked at the smiling old man.
“Sure does,” Bill said, smiling once more at them. “Just remember; I regret nothing,” he called out as he drove off, waving.
The Ross family cried together as they watched him go.
“Here it is,” Mike said two hours later. He showed them all a message on Facebook from the local free paper, which read:
“Local Police have confirmed that an elderly gentleman was found, dead, in the cabin of a breakdown truck, earlier this morning. The truck was found, stopped at traffic lights near the junction of High Street and Church Road. The roads were closed for around thirty minutes, whilst the breakdown truck was removed and a diversion was put in place. All routes now reopened.
Police have not yet given the name of the dead man, but have confirmed that his death is not being treated as suspicious.”
The Ross family cried together again.