Family Comfort

All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old

*****

"JUMP, James, God DAMMIT!" The jumpmaster yelled as Claude stood, frozen, in the open aircraft door. "PUSH him, Cortez!" The sergeant screamed at the next man on line. Claude felt a hand on his pack compel him to step into the void. He plunged and the wind buffeted him behind the plane's wing as he dropped.

Inexplicably, although the ripcord functioned and his pack opened, Claude's main chute fluttered useless in the turbulence. He struggled against the rushing forces as his spread-eagled body hurtled earthward at 100 m.p.h. and more. "Why can't I reach my reserve chute ripcord?" he wondered, panic stricken. He watched the white snow field below him rise surreally to accept him. His panic dissolved into fatalistic acquiescence.

Moments before impact, Claude woke to find himself sprawled on his back, strapped hand and foot by twisted bed sheet ropes to the four legs of the king-size bed frame in Room 11. He was briefly aware of the stark white plaster ceiling, brightly lit by its old-fashioned center fixture, before a blue screen shielded his eyes and blocked further sight.

"Hurry, Nel!" Megan's voice hissed from his left and below. "He's awake!" He felt the mattress sink beside his ribs as soft small hands pulled the cotton curtain over his face.

"I've got this," Nel answered, securing her sky-blue briefs across Claude's forehead, eyes and nose with Megan's stretched black elastic and lace thong.

Claude's eyesight was impaired, but, his other senses were heightened, as he threw off his nightmare and rediscovered the conscious world of his motel room. He inhaled deeply, holding the exotic, pungent, sex-scent from his 18-year old granddaughter's panties, and from her 19-year old best friend's thong, in his inflated lungs while reveling in their still warm, slightly damp, stickiness on his nostrils and lips.

Not completely blind, Claude stared through the thin black and blue veil at his nubile niece's obscured form. As she tied the lingerie blindfold, her naked breasts bobbled freely, randomly bumping and rubbing his face and neck. He stabbed out his tongue when he felt a rubbery nub brush across his lips.

"Eeeps!" Nel cried in surprise, as his tip connected with her tit. "Time for that later, unk!" She laughed, pulling back. "Turn about's fair play, so they say!"

"Yeah, Uncle Claude," crowed Megan, rising from the floor and clambering upon the bed. "NOW look at who's at whose mercy!" She declared, still savoring the bound pounding she had received just six hours earlier.

Claude tested his bonds and found he was very effectively restrained. Lowering his chin to his neck he peered from under the makeshift mask, down his chest, and verified what he already knew to be true: He was bound, like Gulliver in Lilliput, but stripped to the skin. His cock, predictably, was fat and hard, craving attention as it lay heavily on his abdomen. It periodically reared its head before again falling, under its own weight, with an audible "WAP!" onto Claude's flat taut stomach.

Finding his voice, Claude croaked, "OK, girls, you got me... but NOW what?" He grinned, inadvertently causing Nel's panties' gosset to slip into his open mouth. "PWTT!" He puffed, expelling the cotton morsel, but not before he sucked a taste of her residual cum from the pussy panel.

"That's for us to know..." Megan began, giggling.

"..And YOU to find OUT!" Nel finished the sentence. Claude heard the slapping sound of their 'high five' as the teens bounced off the bed.

Back in Room 12, Megan and Nel hugged each other excitedly. "That was such an awesome idea you had, Nel," Megan bubbled, "He was, like, totally asleep!"

"Thanks, Meg," Nel smiled, appreciating the older girl's high praise, "I had hoped by 2 o'clock he would be out of it, and... Did you SEE his DICK?... He's ready to go again!" She kissed Megan quickly and said, "Remember: Silent Running..."

"Yeah," Meagan underscored, improvising a rhyme, "Stealth and Cunning!" Then she laughed and picked up a wild turkey tail feather from beside her purse on the nearby table. "You completely scoffed at me when I said this was way cool... and I'm still not sure what made me want to buy it at The Trading Post, but... guess what? I know what I'm going to do with it now!" she snickered, running the feather barbs lightly between Nels' breasts, across her navel and pulling it back, just shy of her cunt.

Nel shuddered and squirmed. "Oh, yeah! That'll DESTROY him!" She pulled a tube of Burt's Bees grapefruit lip balm from her own purse and asked, "You ready? Let's go!"

Megan put her hand on Nel's shoulder and stopped her. "Wait a sec..." she whispered. "Which one of us is going to actually fuck Uncle Claude after we've got him all hot and bothered?"

Nel grinned, kissed Megan again and pinched her round left cheek. "You go ahead and do him again," she said with a wink. "I have the home field advantage!" Turning away, she scampered bare-assed and barefoot through the connecting door to Number 11.

Claude felt the bed shake as the girls ran into the room. "Welcome back," he said, with a smile, which was quickly erased by a small flat open palm slapping his cheek, "WHAP!" The sting was immediately followed by a long slow tickle as Megan drew the turkey feather tip under Claude's jaw, over his throat, up through the cleft in his slightly bearded chin and, finally, across his lips. The electricity was maddening. It moved, sparking, from his face through his chest and gut, waking all his nerves.

Nel watched her uncle's cock hop while Megan stroked lightly, continuously, around his face, down his neck and over his sternum. Dipping the feather's tip to Claude's left breast, she traversed to his right side, flipped the wand and scratched his sensitive hard tiny nipple with its quill point.

Nel pounced when his staff leapt, capturing it with her left hand. While Megan teased his upper body, she rubbed lip balm onto his throbbing purple plum, mixing it with his pre-cum and spreading it until the spongy head shone in the brightly lit room.

"Uunnhh, rrrgh, nnaahhn!"Claude groaned, twisting his ass and torso, yet failing to avoid the delicious torment. Nel bent and kissed her glistening prisoner, licking its salty citrus tang and adding her spit to the mixture. She slowly drew his pulsing mushroom over her bottom lip and wiggled her wet mouth across the broad head. "Hhhmmm," Claude moaned, feeling his balls tighten under her hot breath and the alternating stabs and soft strokes of Megan's feather on his pecs.

Nel recognized the signs and pulled away from his dick. "Uhhnn!" Claude gasped as, the surging moment passed, leaving him hungry, unsatisfied and aching. Silently she tapped Megan's back and signaled with her hand, mouthing the word, "Switch!" Megan nodded agreement, reversed her body and passed the feather to Nel, who straddled her grandfather's shoulders on her knees, facing his navel. Nel resumed, almost without interruption, the turkey torture. Megan, astride Claude's hips, looking at his knees, dropped her pelvis until her open chubby cunny began replacing Nel's departing lips on the top his rock hard, frustrated prick.

"Ohhh, uhhnn," Claude moaned, thrashing beneath the teens. His arms hurt from his automatic, but prevented, efforts to reach up and grab the various round parts of his captors' lush young bodies.

Nel watched Megan sink, painfully slowly, onto Claude's staff. While he disappeared into Megan's warm wet sheath, Nel lowered her hips and pushed her bottom onto her uncle's face. She felt her ass rub along his nose, removing his cotton blindfold and replacing it with the utter darkness of her flexing glutes. Claude quit rolling his head and focused on breathing in the intoxicating steam from his niece's fumarole. He opened his mouth. Nel settled herself, sealing her pussy to his jaws. His light beard abraded her lips, sending tingling shocks up to her puffed areolae. "Mmmfff!" Claude mumbled his enthusiasm while licking and kissing Nel's dripping pussy.

Megan raised and lowered her haunches, balancing herself with her hands on Claude's quads, as she pushed her carousel cunt up and down his slicked steel pole. "Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!" She grunted on each downward stroke, feeling the tip of his cock bumping the back wall of her chamber.

"Mmmfff! Mmmfff!" Claude moaned with each squeezing kegel twitch as Megan raised herself up.

Nel dropped the feather, leaned forward and pressed her thrilled titties against Megan's smooth, sweaty back. She reached around and grabbed handfuls of the smaller girl's big boobs, pinching and clutching as her friend rose and fell on Claude's stalk.

"Yess! Yess! Yess!" Nel squeaked, breaking her silence when her orgasm broke her dam, squirting into Claude's gaping, thirsty maw.

"Oh My GOD! Me TOO!" Screamed Megan, her climax catalyzed by Nel's noise.

"ARRRGGHH!" Claude roared, a distant motorboat in Nel's cumming lake. He thrust his ass up, met Megan's dropping hips and ejaculated explosively into her tunnel. She gripped his thighs, digging her blue painted nails into the muscles until her fingertips turned white. She crunched her ass and contracted her vaginal walls, urging every drop of Claude's spunk to vacate his balls and regroup in her playground.

When the trio's tremors subsided and the room returned to silent stillness, Megan fell forward and collapsed, face down, between Claude's spread legs. Unsupported, Nel flopped and lay alongside Megan, draping her left arm across her companion's back. Nel's leaking cunt slathered Claude's right thigh with its remnant juices. Claude's shrinking cock nestled peacefully into his scrotum's sparkling bedewed pubes. Exhausted and sated, they slept as they were until Claude's bedside alarm woke them.

*

Sally Martin stepped from her house, locked the front door and walked to her car. She started the Nissan's motor, heard Colorado Public Radio announce itself and saw the clock displayed 7:00 a.m. Smiling, she said to herself, "Perfect. Breakfast with Daddy and Nel, then 'home again, home again jiggity jog!'" Sally backed happily out of the driveway and headed for Manitou Springs to rescue her stranded brother and daughter, unaware that , at that very moment, Megan Taylor was rolling out of Claude's bed and shutting off the buzzing alarm clock, while Nel knelt on the floor, at the bed's foot, untying their prisoner of love.

Twenty minutes out of Manitou Springs, Sally called Nel's cell phone. "Hey, Mom!" Nel answered brightly, smiling at Megan who had just finished drying her curly brunette hair and was pulling her gray undershirt down over her braless 38DD cantaloupes.

"Hi, Nel," Sally responded, "Is Daddy... er, I mean, is your uncle handy?" She cringed, hoping she hand not let the cat out of the bag untimely.

"He sure is," Nel replied, "And HOW!" she exclaimed silently, before adding aloud, "Just a minute. His room is next door... I'll get him."

"What the...?" Sally wondered. "Separate rooms?" Before she could think on that weirdness, Claude's voice came over the hands-free Bluetooth speaker.

"Good Morning, Sis!" he greeted her cheerily. "Where are you?"

"Just a few minutes from hitting town," Sally answered. "Where are you guys staying?"

"We're right across the street from the garage, but hey, listen! Meet us at 'The Red Dog Cafe.' It's on the main drag... you can't miss it. Whoever gets there first can hold a table."

"Sounds good to me," Sally agreed, "Now, what's going on with you and Nel? She said you had your own room... Is everything OK? Have you abandoned her 'music lessons?'" Sally tried unsuccessfully to hide her concern.

Claude laughed. He looked across Room 12 at Megan and watched her pulling her Marmots up over her sturdy thighs, past the black lace G-string that barely contained her plump pussy's lips. He winked at Nel, already dressed, standing beside him, and hugged her tight to his ribs. She leaned in, further flattening her right breast, beneath her flannel shirt and soft cup bra, against her uncle's hard ribs. "Nothing to fret about, Sally," he reassured his daughter. "I'll tell you all about it later. See you in a few, then... Love ya!"

"Yes, love you, too," Sally said, disconnecting and shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I'm sure there must be a good reason," she said to the empty air in the Altima, "Neither one of them seemed upset." By the time she arrived at the restaurant and found a parking spot, it was nearly 8:30. The reason for separate rooms was facing her as she walked through the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Martin!" Megan called out, waving, when she spied Nel's mother.

Claude and Nel, sitting beside each other with their backs to the door, swiveled, smiling, as Sally approached. Sally moved toward the open chair, opposite Nel and beside Megan, as Claude stood up. "What do you want to eat?" He asked, giving Sally a sweet swift good morning kiss. "The girls couldn't wait... teen appetites, you know." He swept his hand in the air over the table and continued, "as you can see they've already plowed through their breakfast sandwiches."

Sally blushed slightly as their lips met and separated. Sitting down, she answered, "Plain black coffee and anything with bacon and eggs is good for me, thanks." She turned, smiling, to Megan as Claude went to the counter to order the food. "Well, this is a surprise," she observed, pleasantly, "I thought Nel and her uncle came up here alone."

"Umm, yeah," Megan answered, "When Nel said she was going to Pikes Peak to scatter her grandma's ashes, I... well, I kinda invited myself." Meagan tipped her head and mad a sympathetic face. "You know, to just, like, support my friend?"

Nel reached over the table and took Megan's hand in hers. "Isn't she super, Mom?" she asked rhetorically.

"Oh, yes," Sally said, "Super. That was really sweet of you, Megan... I hope your father wasn't worried or upset that you were gone overnight, though."

"Nah!" Megan snorted, "He was totally cool after he talked with Unc... Mr. James. Mostly, he just wanted to know if I could work my shift today."

Sally kept smiling. She put her arm casually around the teen's shoulders and replied, "Good, I'm glad I can help you get back home, then. What time do you go in?"

"Oh, one-ish," Megan answered, off-handedly. "You know, 'boss's daughter,' it's not like I actually clock in." She chuckled, "If I'm home by noon, even, I'll have time to change into my uniform and drive to the pizza parlor."

Claude returned with two breakfast sandwiches, a coffee and a glass of orange juice. Setting them down he looked at Nel and Megan as he picked up his one-third full mug. "Refills anyone, while I'm up?" he asked.

"Since you're UP," Megan said, "I'll have more... please?" She pushed her coffee cup toward Claude with a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

"Oh, me too, unk!" Nel quickly added.

"OK, sit tight. Be right back." Claude answered.

All three females at the table, harboring their own private fantasies about what they wanted more of 'while he was up,' watched him walk away.

*

The return trip to Denver was uneventful. The teens sat in the back of the sedan, studying their Facebooks, sharing posts with each other quietly, now and again giggling over untold secrets. Up front, Sally and Claude were content just to drive. It was, for Claude, a rare opportunity to enjoy being a simple passenger. He did pay attention to the passing scenery, but, not as much as he paid to the stationary natural beauty behind the steering wheel.

Sally was an excellent driver and it pleased her to no end that, when she periodically checked her passenger side mirror, she frequently caught her passenger checking her out. It made her glow from the inside out to know that, at age 38, she could still excite a man; make his head turn, make him hard and horny. "Yes, it's true, Sally, you're not 18," she thought to herself as, once again, she observed Claude removing her sweater with his eyes, "but, that's a PLUS not a MINUS!" She glanced up in the rearview at her tender teenage daughter, feeling neither jealousy nor resentment. Rather, she was proud she could help Nel mature within the wholesome unconditional love of a full family. Once, Nel happened to look up and make eye contact with Sally in the mirror. Each woman thought to herself, "She's beautiful. I'm so lucky!"

Megan was dropped off at the Taylor house at a quarter to noon. Twenty minutes later Sally pulled the Nissan into the Martin driveway. "Geez, it is good to be home again," she said, with a sigh of relief, to no one in particular. "It's been a heckuva week... are you guys as wrung out as I feel?" She asked, looking first at Claude, then, over her shoulder, at Nel.

"There's been a lot going on, for sure, Mom," Nel said, leaning forward and putting a hand on Claude's and Sally's shoulders, "and I'm sort of sad that Grandma died, but..." she patted Claude, "I'm super happy to re-connect with Uncle Claude!"

Claude put his right hand on Nel's and applied slight pressure. "Thanks, kiddo," he said, moving his left hand to Sally's right leg and gently squeezing just above her knee. The cotton and Lycra blend of her black stretch pants clung to his fingertips. "You know what? That's exactly how I feel about both of you. I am delighted the three of us can be such a close family, even though it took a loved one's passing to reunite us."

Sally unbuckled her seatbelt and lightly scratched the back of Claude's hand with a fingernail. "Yeah, I guess that is the bottom line about how I feel, too." She leaned toward Claude and kissed him briefly. "Thank you for wanting to live with us," she said. Feeling tears well up, she pulled away, opened the driver's door and said, "Let's get inside. I want to change into something more comfortable and just be a lay-about today!"

Claude and Nel followed her into the house. While Claude drifted to the family room and turned on the TV, Nel pulled the sleeve of her mother's bulky sweater and said, "Wait a moment, Mom. Can we talk?"

"Sure, hon'," Sally answered. "Here? Now?"

"Yes, now, but, not here. Can we got to your room?" Nel asked, scarcely above a whisper, while she looked through the living room, ensuring Claude was not near.

Sally knit her eyebrows. "Of course," she agreed. "C'mon."

Behind the closed master bedroom door, Sally invited Nel to sit beside her on the king bed. They turned a quarter toward each other and held hands. "What is it, honey?" Sally asked. "You sounded so serious. Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, I think so," Nel said quietly, looking at her feet. "But, I have some questions... well, ONE question, really, I guess," she continued.

"Ask me anything, Nel," Sally said. "You know you can."

"Umm, well," Nel screwed up her courage and blurted out, "Is Uncle Claude really my 'uncle', or is he actually, like, my real father? Is that why he's here and going to stay? Why... you know, you're..." her voice trailed off and she put her left hiking boot heel on her right toe while she nervously squeezed Sally's fingers.

"Oh, my goodness, sweetie!" Sally exclaimed, releasing her daughter's hands and pulling her close in a seated embrace. "Claude is absolutely your uncle. He's my brother, NOT your father. And, he's coming to live with us for just the reasons we spoke of the other day: I love him as more than a brother and I think he loves us as deeply as anyone ever could." She lifted Nel's face and peered into her eyes. "Why are you asking me this? Are you afraid to have his baby? Have you changed your mind about him and me?" Sally held her breath, waiting for Nel's response.

"No, it's not really that, at all," Nel said, candidly. "I mean... he and I have fu... made love... several times, now, since you and I talked Friday morning, and of course, before then, even. I'd be surprised if I wasn't already pregnant, because he has never used a rubber. And, to be honest, I WANT his baby, Mom." She kissed Sally's cheek. "You said that was 'OK', remember? I don't want to stop... feeling him... fill me up... It's wonderful!" Tears trickled over Nel's face. "But, I noticed his eyes and mine are the same gray color and this morning, on the phone, you asked me 'is Daddy handy,' so I... was curious. That's all."