It had been two days since Clay and Sonja had gotten back from their honeymoon and they were taking a couple of extra days before they went back to work. Damon was with Sam at their friend Joey's house along with their other friends Jimmy, Bobby, and John. The six of them had been best friends in high school and had all stayed in contact after graduation. Damon was regaling the guys with the tales of his 17th and final sack of the season.
"So check this out, it's the 4th quarter, 20 seconds left on the clock, no time outs left, they're on our 20 yard line and we're up by a field goal. So they snap the ball, the quarterback drops back for a pass play. I bulldoze one offensive lineman aside like he wasn't even there, and make a beeline for the quarterback, who doesn't notice me until the last second, and I hit him..." Damon punched his hand, "POW! I'm pretty sure I knocked the soul out of this dude's body, but here's the best part. He fumbles the ball, one of my guys scoops up the loose ball and runs it all the way back down the other way and scores a touchdown to end the game."
Just then his phone alerted him he had a text message. It was from his father.
"Need you to come home. Now."
Damon frowned but quickly texted back, "Okay, I'm on my way."
"Hey guys, I hate to cut this short, but I gotta go, my old man needs to talk to me, and you know how he gets." Damon said, slipping his phone back into his pocket, "Sam, can you give me a ride?"
"Yeah, sure." Sam said, "Don't wanna keep the sheriff waiting."
The sheriff was the unofficial nickname all of Damon's friends had given Clay when they were kids.
A few minutes later Sam dropped Damon off at his house. "Here you go, Chez Mathers. You gonna be okay man? I saw the look on your face when you got that text."
"Yeah, I'll be alright. Plus you know if my dad really is mad at me, you'll never find my body." Damon said.
He and Sam shared a laugh and Damon headed inside.
"Hey, dad, I'm home." he said.
"In the living room son." Clay said.
Damon walked into the living room to find his father sitting in his easy chair, Sonja sitting on the armrest, Amy sitting on one of the couches, and Denise and Bridgette sitting on the other one. Everyone had serious looks on their faces.
"Uh, what's going on?" he asked.
"Have a seat." Clay said.
Damon sat on the couch in between Denise and Bridgette.
"Now that Damon's here, can you tell us what the hell is going on?" Denise asked.
"Look, we're not gonna sugar coat this," Clay said, "So I'm just gonna come out and say it. We know what's going on."
Damon, Denise and Bridgette all felt a ball of ice form in their stomachs as they looked guiltily at their respective parents unsure of what to say.
"Look, dad, I can explain..." Damon finally said, but Sonja held up her hand.
"Don't say anything, just listen. We know... well we suspect that you two," she pointed to Damon and Denise "Are having sex. And possibly Bridgette too. So just tell us the truth."
Damon took a deep breath, "All right, you're right, we are. Here's what happened..."
For the next several minutes Damon and Denise explained their instant attraction to each other when they finally saw each other in the flesh, their mutual seduction and masturbation out by the pool, the oral sex in the shower, the first time they fucked that same night and how they'd been fucking every night since. Denise and Bridgette then told everyone about what happened in the fitting room when they went dress shopping, and the hot and heavy sex they had when they got back to Amy's house.
"...and I accidentally let it slip that I was sleeping with Damon. So we made plans to have a threesome with him once you guys went on your honeymoon." Denise finished.
"In fact, we had threesomes pretty much every day you were gone." Damon added.
"I also know what happened between you and Sonja," Clay said, "And you and Amy."
"But it's not entirely his fault," Sonja said, "After all we weren't exactly subtle."
Sonja and then Amy both took the time to explain how they seduced (a very willing) Damon into fucking them, with Amy adding in the "furniture moving" she had Damon help her with while Clay and Sonja were on vacation.
"You know, I thought you'd be a lot angrier about all this" Damon said to his father, "The fact that you're so calm right now scares the shit out of me."
"Well under normal circumstances I would be angry," Clay said, "But these are not normal circumstances, and plus that would make me a hypocrite. Isn't that right Denise?"
Denise looked down at the floor and nodded her head slightly, letting out a barely audible "Yes."
"You and my dad?" Damon asked.
Denise nodded and told everyone about how showing off their tattoos led to her "accidentally" exposing her tits to Clay, and how that led to them fucking.
"I should add that Damon's not the only one who's had sex with Amy." Sonja said.
"Mom, what do you... oh..." Denise said.
Bridgette looked wide eyed at her mother, who just silently nodded.
Now it was Sonja and Amy's turn to talk about their first time.
"No wonder you were so cool about it when I told you I was bisexual." Denise said.
"However, Amy's not the first woman I ever had sex with." Sonja said.
Denise took a second to digest what her mother said, then her eyes went wide again. "You mean... you and Michelle?"
Sonja nodded, "Ever since we were 19, and every chance we had for the last 30 years. In fact, that was part of her wedding present to me. After our spa day we went back to her hotel room and fucked each other's brains out."
"Since we're being honest here," Damon said, "I also fucked Michelle."
"Is there anyone in this family you haven't fucked?" Denise asked.
"Don't get mad at him," Sonja said, "I set that up."
"Well there also was your mom, Sonja," Damon said, his voice getting quiet on the last three words.
"You fucked my grandmother?!" Denise asked, incredulous.
"Not exactly," Damon said, "Remember when I said we went for a walk on the trail behind the house?"
Damon then told everyone about Shelly tripping and how Damon, in an attempt to prevent her from face planting on the ground, accidentally caught her shirt in such a way that his hand slipped inside and hooked her bra strap and exposed her breast and that led to their mutual masturbation out in the woods.
"There's more," Amy said. "Bridgette honey, Randy's not your father."
"I am." Clay said.
Damon and Bridgette sat there in stunned silence. Damon was suddenly reminded of the line from the song "For Whom The Bells Tolls" by Metallica, "he hears the silence so loud". Bridgette on the other hand was reminded of her grandfather's favorite saying, "So quiet you could hear a gnat fart". Damon and Bridgette looked back and forth between Clay, Amy and each other.
"But that means that..." Damon started to say.
"Yes, Bridgette is actually your sister." Amy said, finishing his thought.
"No wonder we were so close," Bridgette said, "I've always looked at you more like a brother than my cousin. Now I know why."
"Wait a second," Damon said, "She's a year YOUNGER than me. So that means..."
"That I got Amy pregnant while I was still with your mother?" Clay asked. "Yes. Much like Sonja and Michelle, Amy and I have been fucking each other since we were around your age."
Then Clay and Amy explained how Amy had walked in on Clay masturbating, which led to them fucking every chance they got. Including while Clay was with his wife and Amy was with Randy.
Then a thought hit Damon, "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second, wait a minute, if you're her father," Damon said pointing at Clay, "Does that mean that you're my...?"
"Your mother?" Amy asked, "Oh no no no. Pam is your biological mother."
"I'm guessing grandma and grandpa don't know about this?" Bridgette asked.