Reginold Devlin zipped up his suitcase and watched his wife Ellenor do the same to hers. He admired her large breasts, and watched how they stretched the expensive silk blouse she wore. His gaze moved to her lips when she started to speak, but then dropped to her tits again, when she repeated the same thing she'd been muttering since he told her to pack.
"This is ridiculous. I don't know why we are going back. We can just pretend we didn't get the call." She pulled on her heels and stared back at her husband. "And why the fuck didn't you tell me earlier? I mean you've known for a month now and you're just now telling me "
"Elle, get over it. The old man had a mistress, how we're you and I supposed to know?" Reginold said and picked up his suitcase. "I'll meet you downstairs." He kissed her cheek and walked out of the room. As he moved down the hall a noise coming from his daughter's room, brought him up short. He groaned and felt his cock growing hard. He knew what was happening and he knew he wanted to gaze upon the sweet cunt that was being fucked by his son.
He adjusted his package and called down the hall. "Reggie, stop wrestling with your sister, you know you're too old to be doing that anymore." He had never confronted the two of them, but he suspected they knew he and Elle were aware of the comings and goings that happened under their roof. "Come downstairs, both of you. There's some things we need to talk about."
Reginold plodded down the steps and headed to the living room. Soon his wife was there by his side and fifteen minutes later his son and daughter were there. He stared at the straining nipples of Sabrina's chest and then he noticed her face seemed to have a sliver of white cream on her chin. Reginold coughed, drawing Sabrina's attention. He casually rubbed his chin and raised his eyebrows. It took her a moment, but he watched her eyes grow wide, her hand come up, her finger swipe away the come and her mouth devour the thick milk in less than a second. His cock jerked.
"Yes, Daddy," Sabrina smiled softly, "you wanted to see us?" She arched her back and stretched. "And thanks for telling Reggie to stop wrestling with me. I'm not sure what's come over him lately."
Reggie smirked. He had seen his Dad and Sabrina's little exchange. He also watched his mom take it all in and he knew his cock was still at half-mast. "What y'all got bags for?" he asked.
Ellenor licked her lips and thought of the large hunk of flesh buried in her son's slacks. She shifted in the seat next to her husband and took a deep breath, pressing her palm against her stomach to calm the desire rolling deep inside. "Your father got a call from an old solicitor in London. It seems your grandfather, my late and dearly departed husband, prior to your father, left behind a bit more than money when he died."
"Oh?" the two Devlin kids said simultaneously. They reigned in their sexual antics and took a seat, noting the seriousness of their mom's expression.
Reginold took over. "He had a lover and it seems she's passed on. However, she also left behind a pair of twin sons. Seems they are only eighteen and she had no funds. He left her nothing and she's been providing for them, but now she's dead and they have no one."
"So," Sabrina shrugged. "Why the fuck do you have too?"
"There's no one else. Besides, we are the only ones they knew to call. It seems their mother, kept track of your father and I. So when she passed, the boys found out about who their dad really was and well. . . they want a new life in the States, with money, or they'll slander your grandfather's name," Ellenor said.
"Again... so?" Sabrina said.
Reginold cleared his throat and stood. "The Devlin name has been a proud name over in London and though there was some scandal when I married my father's widow, it is still a name that holds weight when a Devlin is in Europe. WE will keep it honorable."
"At least in Europe," Reggie chuckled under his breath. He shrugged his shoulders and stood up. "Well I guess we'll have a couple of brothers when you get home."
His parents stood up too and Ellenor moved up to her son. She pulled him into a warm embrace, purposely pressing her breasts tight against him. Her lips rested on his neck and she kissed him, then whispered in his ear. "They'll never be my sons. You'll always have that right." She slid her lips to his mouth and kissed him gently, allowing her tongue to slip quickly inside. Ellenor pulled back and then watched as her husband separated from the kiss he'd given his daughter.
Reginold left the room, his cock straining against his slacks. His vixen of a daughter had stroked his member and confessed she'd been a naughty girl and would need a spanking when he got home. She had then quickly tongued him and let him taste his son's seed from her lips. How she'd pocketed it in her mouth and talked amazed him.
When the door closed behind them Reggie grinned. "Hand me the phone babe," he told his sister. She gave it to him and he pulled her over to the couch. He dialed up a number of folks from Cherry Hill, the first was Lance. "Hey buddy. I've got an offer you're gonna love. But you have to work fast. How would you like to set up your cameras and mics in my five bedroom, 4 bath house and have a good ol' fashion fuck fest?"
Sabrina's eyes lit up as she heard her brother. Her mind conjured up all the people she wanted to invite. The more she thought about it the hornier she got. The hornier she got the more she wanted to fuck. The more she wanted to fuck the faster the clothes her brother and her had haphazardly tossed on, were shed.
When Reggie hung up the phone it was after agreeing that Lance would be there within the hour to set up. Reggie would call others, he told Lance, after he was done drilling his sister. Lance had chuckled and said, "Save some for me."
