The Foundling Ch 05

Foreword

: This story has nine chapters of about this length. The first four chapters are one-on-one with each family member, with dialogue suggesting faux incest. The last four chapters involve actual incest and group sex, including father-daughter, mother-son, and brother-sister. There are mild to moderate fetish elements, including feet, restraints, anal play, and spanking.

The Foundling

Chapter 5: Mommy & Daddy

Howard frowned, distracted from perusing the morning's news on his tablet when his daughters flounced into the kitchen for breakfast. Ever since Shannon had moved in, he'd noticed that the girls had been dressing down a lot more. Abby had customarily put on shorts or something before coming downstairs, but lately she and her sister would show up at the table wearing tiny panties and thin camisoles, often showing their pokies.

Worse, Howard wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Jacob's eyes would dart to Shannon whenever she entered the room or moved around, and he'd spend the rest of the time staring at anything else he could, blushing and fidgeting. The real surprise was Elizabeth's behavior. Although she'd frown and occasionally tut, she refrained from any outright criticism of their attire, despite having chastised Abby in the past for shirts that were too low-cut, or jeans that were too tight. Now, despite the fact that their daughter was bent over to grab a glass from the dishwasher, exposing almost her entire ass in her skimpy panties, all his wife did was sniff in mild disapproval.

Howard couldn't help but reflect that Elizabeth's clothing choices had shifted in the past week as well, albeit more subtly. Outwardly, the only major difference was that she tended to wear pumps and heels much more frequently, even casually. He loved seeing her ankles raised, and enjoyed the way it changed her walk, making her normal stride into almost a strut, so he'd been leery of saying anything and risking disruption. Hidden beneath her respectable, generally utilitarian day clothes, however, Elizabeth had taken to wearing her sexiest lingerie. Howard's cock stirred in his briefs, knowing that his wife was innocently sipping her coffee and eating her toast while wearing the crotchless lace panties he'd once gifted her, passing it off as a gag at the time. If the kids hadn't had to get up unusually early for a weekend, he might already have been fucking her.

"What time do you expect to get home?" Elizabeth asked her younger daughter. The table in their breakfast nook still only had four chairs, so on days when everyone was there at the same time, Abby had developed the habit of sitting in Shannon's lap. The older daughter was caressing the girl's stomach in a way that seemed both sensual and possessive to Howard, who frowned slightly again. If Abby didn't seem to enjoy the petting so much, he told himself he'd have put his foot down about such displays long ago, but it just felt wrong to criticize the girls for appreciating some sisterly affection.

"Probably not until five or six," Abby answered, sipping her juice and leaning back against Shannon's chest, encouraging the girl to reach higher. Jacob's eyes followed the foundling's hand as it rubbed just below his original sister's breasts, and his face got red as his breathing became shallow.

"Well, good luck at your match, then dear," Elizabeth said, also watching the display but with a marginally greater degree of equanimity. "I wish we could come watch, but there's so much work that needs to be done around the house..." she trailed off.

"That's okay, Mom," said Abby, getting up to give her mother a one-armed hug, inadvertently poking her with an erect nipple. "Some other time! I'd better go get ready, my ride will be here soon." Gulping the rest of her juice, she put the glass in the sink and dashed off upstairs, with every eye following her bouncing butt cheeks as she left the kitchen.

Howard and Jacob both cleared their throats reflexively once Abby was gone, trying to pretend they hadn't been so attentive to her exit. Shannon smiled and said, "I hope you have a good first day at work, Big Brother!" Jake mumbled his thanks, staring at his almost empty bowl of cereal rather than look her in the eye. Howard didn't know if he was worried or hopeful that the girl's affections might shift from him to his son. The part of him that felt guilty for cheating on his wife by fucking their adopted daughter would be relieved if she never demanded it of him again, but the part of him representing his dick was horrified and outraged to imagine not getting to enjoy her again.

Jacob finally got up and left, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door, and looking like he wanted to do the same to Shannon but couldn't find the nerve. Her smirk appeared inviting to Howard, but it seemed like it daunted his son. The part of him that wanted to keep the girl to himself growled with approval; he cleared his throat again, reflexively.

"Well, I guess it's just us today!" Shannon said brightly, looking back and forth between the two suddenly anxious parents. Elizabeth and Howard shared a fleeting glance, and quickly piped up with chores they intended to get done, talking over one another in the process.

"I've got so much cleaning to do!" Elizabeth said, rattling off, "Vacuuming, dusting, dishes, laundry...."

"I need to mow the lawn, trim the hedges... uh, clean the gutters," explained Howard, trying to think of other reasons to stay outdoors.

"Happy to help!" exclaimed Shannon, to their surprise. "Dibs on the laundry!" Without further ado, the foundling hopped up and flounced out of the room, just as a respectably-dressed Abby clattered down the stairs, catching her parents staring at Shannon's ass.

"My ride's waiting!" Abby said, giving them both a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. "Be good!" she teased, which made Elizabeth blush and Howard cough. He wasn't sure, but he thought his younger daughter might have been swaying her hips a bit much as she walked out the door.

"Well, I guess I'll get started on the dishes," Elizabeth said, sighing.

"I'll go crank up the mower," Howard replied, shifting around slightly in his seat to make sure his semi-erect dick wouldn't be too noticeable once he stood up. Shannon was coming back into the kitchen just as he was closing the door, and for a moment he thought she was naked, holding a mound of clothes in her arms. Shaking his head, he told himself that he was imagining things, and turned toward the garden shed.

~~

"Good grief, Shannon! You don't have to strip down to wash clothes!" said an exasperated Elizabeth, staring at her daughter's nude ass walking into the utility room off the kitchen.

"Well, we only have so many delicates!" the girl explained happily, "I figured it was more economical to make sure there was a full load!" Then she held up a small scrap of fabric, which Elizabeth recognized as her panties from the night before. She'd enticed Howard to fuck her after the kids were in bed, anticipating the early Saturday that would interfere with their normal plans, and no doubt some of his semen had leaked into the gusset while she slept. She reddened with shame once it was clear that the stains had not escaped her daughter's notice.

Elizabeth's mortification only intensified when Shannon held the panties to her face and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment before giving her mother a lusty look. "It smells like you and Daddy had some fun last night!" she teased. Helplessly, Elizabeth simply stared in horror, eventually nodding her head in response, unable to think of actually saying anything. Shannon smirked again, tossing the soiled underwear into the washing machine. With the spell of humiliation seemingly broken for the moment, Elizabeth went back to her task of unloading and re-loading the dishwasher, trying to forget the exchange.

Shannon apparently decided to give her a reprieve, and after starting the wash, grabbed a duster and proceeded to use it, not bothering to get dressed. Elizabeth sighed, but couldn't help staring as she went around the house picking up, straightening, and putting away various articles, and got the distinct impression her daughter was showing off her body, knowing how it was affecting the older woman.

The muffled sound of the lawnmower faded just as the ladies finished their tasks, and the washing machine buzzed for attention moments later. Laughing quietly, Shannon walked over and summarily began stripping Elizabeth. "What are you doing?" the older woman protested weakly, but didn't take any action to seriously hamper her disrobing.

"It's time for another load of laundry, Mommy!" the girl said cheerily. "We may as well wash these sweaty things!" Elizabeth didn't think her clothes had gotten very dirty, but stopped resisting. Shannon's eyes lit up when she saw what was underneath, and in a sly voice she said, "

Very sexy

, Mommy! I didn't know you had anything like

this

!" Her fingers reached out and delved into the slit in the fabric, and then into the one beneath that, making the older woman groan quietly; she was surprised to discover how wet and ready she had gotten without realizing it.

Shannon withdrew her digits a minute or two later, licking them clean and then booping her mother on the nose. "I'll go wash these now!" she said.

It took Elizabeth a minute to recover her wits, and she set about vacuuming the house as a way of trying to assert a sense of normalcy, but the fact that she was doing it in crotchless panties and high heels meant that the surrealness persisted. Still, the droning white noise and the mindlessness of the task eventually left her a bit disassociated, so it was a complete shock when she felt a firm slap on her ass. Yelping, she turned and saw her still-nude daughter holding a package and some letters.

"You already did this room, Mommy!" Shannon said with a giggle, holding out the parcel and envelopes. "The mail came! And look, your package arrived!"

"I wasn't expecting any deliveries," said Elizabeth, slightly confused. She took the small box into the kitchen and rummaged for something sharp to open it with.

"That's because I ordered you a present, Mommy!" Shannon explained, smiling radiantly. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't wrap it, but I'm no good at that!"

"I don't know, you seem to have us all wrapped around your finger," Elizabeth muttered, but then shivered and forgot what she was doing. She stared at the box for several long seconds, completely lost, but then remembered she had a package to open. Finally finding some scissors, she slit the tape and peeled back the flaps to reveal a pile of Styrofoam peanuts and a smaller box, which appeared to contain fuzzy purple handcuffs. Her breath hitched and her heart started racing.

When Elizabeth made no effort to remove her gift, Shannon reached over and did it for her, extracting the small box and then its contents. She brought her mother's arms behind her back with only a moment of token resistance. Once the cuffs were secured, Shannon let her hand stray down to her mother's ass and whispered in her ear, "Let's help you upstairs, Mommy, and then we can play!"

~~

Howard had finished with the gutters and hedges, and was staring around the back yard, wondering if there was anything else he could do. He'd just convinced himself that the cars could do with washing when his daughter called out to him.

"Daddy! Aren't you listening?" she asked, giggling. He'd turned at the sound of her voice, only to find her standing at the edge of the patio as naked as a jaybird, and he subsequently lost all sense of time and space. He'd been completely oblivious to whatever else she'd said, or even the fact that she'd said anything.

Clearing his throat, Howard replied, "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Mommy needs you to come inside and help her, Daddy!" she explained patiently, as if he were a child, or an imbecile. He certainly seemed to act and feel idiotic when he was around her, he reflected, but shook off such thoughts and followed his daughter inside, trying not to admire her ass too much.

Howard's vague anxiety, almost always present lately, increased as they went upstairs and into his bedroom. He stopped in shock at the sight of his wife, splayed on their bed with her legs wide open and her arms cuffed to the headboard. Her panties were stretched over her head rather than her hips, leaving her face concealed except for her drooling tongue, and her sex completely exposed, which was so wet it might also have been leaking.

"What?" Howard said, unable to articulate a more specific question. Shannon turned around and grabbed his arm, pulling him completely into the room, then pushed gently on his shoulders until he was kneeling at the end of the bed. His wife immediately moved her feet, still sporting her high heels, closer to his face.

"I licked Mommy to a climax," Shannon explained, "But what she really needs is some lovin' from her husband." Howard's stomach clenched in fear and shock at the bald statement. He didn't know how such a thing could have happened; as far as he was aware, Elizabeth had no sexual interest in women. His incredulity was interrupted by his adopted daughter suggesting, "Why don't you start with her sexy feet and work your way up?"

Like a switch had been flipped, Howard was suddenly intensely aware of the sight and smell of his wife's beautiful feet so near to his face. They'd occasionally experimented with a little foot-play over the years, but he'd always done his best to not reveal how much he enjoyed it, feeling that it was somehow undignified or unmasculine. Even with his wife's somewhat increased libido lately, and the stark reminder of his kink thanks to his recent infidelity, he'd not been eager to bring up the topic. But now, faced with his secret shame, his resistance crumbled like a sandcastle in a wave.

Grabbing both feet with his hands, Howard smashed them against his face, rubbing and sniffing like an animal. Although he liked the look of the heels, their buckles scratched and irritated, so he paused momentarily to remove the shoes, tossing them aside. He thought he might enjoy smelling them later, but not when the true source was right in front of him. He was aware of the fact that Shannon had clambered onto the bed and seated herself on his wife's face, and that Elizabeth's tongue was probing the younger woman's sex, but he decided not to let it bother him, although the girl's next words filled him with dread.

"I'm sure once he's done fooling around and shoves his dick inside you, you'll feel better, Mommy. I know I loved it when he fucked me!"

Elizabeth's whole body twitched spasmodically, and for a moment, Howard was worried she would injure herself trying to get loose, no doubt intending to hurt him once she was free. He cringed, but then recognized the truth, however unbelievable it might be: his wife had had an orgasm, apparently triggered by Shannon's outing of his infidelity.

With most of his anxiety suddenly evaporating, Howard began licking and kissing his wife with gusto, gradually moving his way up until he was licking her sex. He'd never known her to get so wet, although he supposed some if it might be Shannon's saliva. Either way, Elizabeth was apparently tired of foreplay, and used her feet to spur him to action. Belatedly realizing he was still dressed in his sweaty clothes, Howard ripped them off and tossed them aside, sliding his urgently erect cock into his wife's sex, bottoming out on the first thrust. Their need was intense, and their pace frantic, as they slammed their hips together. He didn't think their lovemaking had ever been quite so passionate, with the possible exception of their attempts to conceive.

With a strangled cry, Howard began cumming into his wife's depths, idly wondering if they should try to have another child, even though all three of their current ones were nearly ready to leave the nest. Elizabeth's moans were muffled by the pussy she was licking, and it seemed like Shannon might have reached a peak of her own thanks to the extra stimulation, although Howard was too tired to care much.

The young woman dismounted, smiling, and said, "I'll clean up Mommy's cunt, now that you've left a mess there. But I'm done with laundry for the day, so you can go wash your smelly clothes yourself!"