Family Reunion

Chapter 2 - Not What I Expected

I guess I should've anticipated the smirks and grins at breakfast. Sam wasn't there, but everyone else was. Zoe started it off.

"You were a busy boy last night, it seems."

I tried to play innocent. "What?"

"Let me see. Er, I recall something like, 'Fuck! You bastard! Jesus Christ that's deep.' Or maybe I misheard."

I looked across at Mum, who was blushing. Zoe was grinning from ear to ear. Even Jo and Chrissy were smiling. Ray winked at me.

"Well, OK, but..."

"But naughty Auntie Sam made me do it," Zoe said in a child-like voice. "Of course she did, my dear. And I'm sure you struggled."

Everyone burst out laughing.

"It's OK. We all knew it was bound to happen after we saw the two of you in the stream," Zoe continued. "It was obvious over dinner. She was pointing her tits straight at you. Poor lad; you never stood a chance."

"Where - where is Sam this morning?" I said, trying to deflect the conversation.

"Shagged out, I suspect," Ray chipped in. They all laughed.

I helped myself to cereal. I needed protein but there didn't seem to be any on offer.

"So what is everyone doing today?" I asked, again trying to change the subject.

"Well, we're planning to go into Peterborough for some shopping," Mum replied.

I grimaced. "I thought I might go to Leicester Cathedral and see where Richard III is buried. I've not had an opportunity to go before and it's only an hour or so's drive."

"Chrissy and I were going to head for Rutland Water; take a look at the nature reserve," Jo added.

"Well, that sounds better than shopping for me. Can I join you?"

As it happened, Jo, Chrissy and I piled into my car and went to Leicester. The tomb was impressive - a simple slab of grey stone with a cross carved deeply into it, on a slab of dark grey marble with his name and motto, and some banners at the corners. The nearby stained-glass windows were excellent.

But there's not a lot else to commend Leicester, so we headed back to the Rutland Water Nature Reserve, and the ladies produced binoculars and pointed out a lot of wildlife - a kingfisher, herons, a range of ducks, some grebes, dragonflies and damselflies. It was tranquil and the girls knew a lot more about nature than I did. Then Chrissy went further along the bank to see if there was any sign of water voles, leaving Jo and me alone for a couple of minutes.

"I looked it up. It isn't illegal unless you want to marry her."

I looked at Jo quizzically.

"What you and Sam did last night. Apparently, you can fuck each other's brains out - which you clearly did - and it's OK unless you want to marry and have kids. Which, of course, isn't going to happen."

"Is there any chance that you and the others can stop talking about Sam and me?"

"No, not anytime soon," she said, matter-of-factly. "Sam is very vocal, and we heard a lot of what was going on. Did you have anal sex?"

"Er - that's between Sam and me."

"And the rest of the house. I believe I heard her saying - or, rather, shouting - something like 'It's in my fucking arse, you bastard! Shit, that hurts!' Was it?"

I didn't know how to reply.

"Well, it obviously was. Do you normally take advantage of your sex partners like that?"

"Look, it wasn't the first time she'd had anal sex. Yes, I had to persuade her but, ultimately, she had a whole-body orgasm that was quite spectacular. If you must know, she came six times last night, and she didn't need a Sybian for any of them."

"Six times? I must admit that's impressive. You must have a lot of stamina."

"I do. But this weekend's weird. I..." I hesitated. "I suppose I should've expected a come-on from Sam, but..."

"Ah, so Zoe has her eye on you too?"

"How did you guess?"

"Oh, it's not surprising."

"But Zoe's married. What does Ray think about that?"

"They've had what I think you'd call an open marriage for years. They're not exactly shy about it. I know they've invited other men and women into their bed. Ray's former business partner spent a weekend here once and I don't think he had his own room. I know for a fact that Ray has fucked Sam. And Angie."

"My mum? When? I mean..."

Jo smiled. "Your father had a wandering eye years ago. I believe that Angie poured her heart out to Zoe about it. You may have noticed that they share everything. Well, I'm pretty sure they've shared Ray, but I don't think your dad was ever invited to that little party - or if he was, he didn't accept the invitation. My guess is your parents were exploring extra-marital opportunities long before you went to uni, but they were discreet about it. I think Angie has a thing for the guitarist in her band - and possibly the bassist, too."

My head was reeling. In my naivety, I'd assumed that my parents had split up because of different interests. I'd never really thought about their sex life, and whether it extended beyond each other.

"Angie went down to Cornwall one time when your dad was allegedly off sailing. She saw him on his boat with two other women. What they saw in him - what Angie saw in him - I'll never know. Please excuse me for saying this, but I always thought he was dull and very ordinary-looking. How he came to land someone as attractive as Angie and father a hunk like you, I'll never know. Maybe your dad isn't actually your father."

"Jo, my dad was - he was good to me." Even as I said it, I wasn't sure I meant it. "We - we had our disagreements, especially when I was a stroppy teen, but we mostly got on. Mostly. I thought he and Mum were quite well-suited."

"Sorry if you feel I've insulted him. But I've always wondered. You see, you don't seem to take after him. He's only about as tall as Angie, while you're - well, you're a lot taller. He's pretty weedy, and you're most definitely not. You're blond and he's dark. I wondered whether Angie followed in my mum's footsteps."

"Sorry?"

Jo smiled. "You know that your granddad wasn't my biological father, right? I mean, it's kind of obvious if you look at me and my sisters, but my mum told me before she died that she'd had a 'fling' with a handsome Spanish waiter when she was on holiday in Majorca, thirty years ago. She didn't use protection - she hadn't had a period in nearly a year, she said - so she wasn't worried when she still didn't have periods after she got home. Until she started throwing up in the morning. My dad realised what had happened, but he was a decent bloke and he forgave her. He was always lovely with me, and I miss him so much." She looked very sad. "But - but with Angie, I'm assuming that when the prat was away, the nice girl decided to play. Your mum did spend a lot of time with musical types, back in the day. Not quite a groupie - I mean, she was in the bands herself - but I wouldn't be surprised if someone tall, blond and handsome got the use of her rather attractive body, and then along came you. My dad used to play a lot of Pink Floyd records when I was little. I remember that one was called 'A Saucerful of Secrets.' It seemed appropriate, but I've always felt our family had a whole bucketful of them."

My head was reeling. My family seemed to be mired in more sexual secrets than I could ever have imagined, and the idea that my biological father might not have been the man I called Dad was a real shock. But then Chrissy rejoined us, talking about having seen some dabchicks and widgeon, and the conversation took a different course.

Dinner was again surreal. The ladies once again provided some glamour, in similarly revealing outfits to the night before, with Mum's and Zoe's again almost identical. But this time, Sam sat at the opposite end of the table. Everyone else seemed to be smirking. I tried to steer the conversation away from our mutual embarrassment.

"So Mum, Zoe; did you buy anything in Peterborough?"

"Oh yes. We all bought pendants with our initials. Look."

Zoe and her sisters all held up little silver pendants they were wearing, reading 'Z', 'A' and 'S'.

"Very classy," I said, a little sarcastically. They looked cheap to me.

"And we went clothes shopping - if you can call them clothes," Mum added with a smirk. Sam and Zoe giggled. "But how about you?"

"Oh, we went to Leicester and paid our respects to the late king. Where he is now looks a lot more respectful than under a car park. They've done a good job. And on the way back we stopped at Rutland Water. Jo and Chrissy are very knowledgeable about nature. I learned a lot." 'Yes', I thought, 'And not all about nature. Human nature, maybe...'

Sam seemed to be avoiding talking with me - or, indeed, anyone. I thought she must have been a little embarrassed that everyone seemed to know what she'd been up to - and also who had been up her, and where - the night before. And maybe she was pissed off with me for ignoring her pleas - which I'd guessed were fake and proved to be so - and proceeding to rape her arse, giving her a massive orgasm in the process.

But Mum, Zoe and Ray were in good spirits. After dinner and the obligatory

digestifs

, Zoe and Mum cleared away while I chatted with Ray, mostly about my sporting plans. I was due to have a trial for the national Olympic team in June; a big opportunity for me, and I was both proud and nervous.

"I'm sure you'll do well. You have the discipline and the commitment. And..." he glanced around "The physique for it, as others have noticed." He winked. "I think you wore Sam out. She was telling us about your adventures in the car on the way to Peterborough. You've got some stamina, it appears."

"Sam was telling you... What?"

"Don't sound surprised. She was quite proud of seducing you. Six times, eh? Including up the arse! Well, you had more success than me. We've had fun, but I couldn't make her come like that. She's a hard woman to please, but evidently you managed it."

"Jesus Christ! Are there no secrets in this family?"

He laughed. "Oh, there are plenty of secrets. Just some of us are shit at keeping them! And don't worry, my boy. We have our pleasures but, outside of this little group, we're pretty discreet. Unlike your dad, who seems to have wanted to broadcast his infidelities. It devastated your mum for a while. Fortunately, she and Zoe are extremely close, and my wife's pretty good and putting people back together again."

"Have you... have you really...?"

"Fucked your mum? Yes. And Sam. And, on more than one occasion, both of them and Zoe on the same night - with a little help from a couple of friends."

"What the fuck?" I breathed.

Ray grinned. "Matt, my boy, you need to realise that we're a tight-knit bunch. We share and share alike and, as a result, we stay together and we stay friends. Your dad didn't play by the rules; if he had, he might not have split from your mum, though I don't think he was Sam's or Zoe's type. There's no jealousy here. Zoe knows I've fucked her sisters - she even encouraged it - and some of my friends have fucked her, and sometimes we all did it in the same room. Have you ever taken part in an orgy, my boy?"

"Er, no."

"Well, I can recommend it. Everyone is sexually supercharged, so it's easier to get the ladies to orgasm, though it's sometimes harder to delay your own. And the novelty of fucking someone who isn't your wife, while watching your wife perform a range of sexual acts with someone else - both male and female - was, and remains, an experience not to be missed. It's fun to keep it in the family and to share it with close friends. We haven't yet tried it with strangers, but who knows?"

I was rather taken aback by his relaxed attitude to extra-marital - and potentially incestuous - sex, but then I'd fucked my aunt the night before, so I perhaps shouldn't have been.

Just then, Zoe reappeared. "I don't know about you, but I'm knackered, so I'm off to bed. See you in the morning." We all said goodnight, while Mum, Jo and Chrissy finished clearing up in the kitchen. Ray got up to join them. And then Sam sat down beside me.

"You know, I'm still sore from what you did to me last night. And not just in my arse. You were pretty fucking brutal." She looked annoyed, as she had some right to be.

"Yeah, but it hasn't stopped you from boasting about it to the rest of the family."

"Well, it was pretty spectacular," she said, and her expression changed to a wry smile. "But I won't be troubling you again tonight. I could barely walk this morning, and I've gone around today with toilet paper down the back of my knickers, waiting for my arsehole to return to normal. You were a complete sod last night."

"That's true. I completely engaged in sodomy," I replied, lowering my voice. "And you, my dear slutty Samantha, took it up your arse like a trouper and came like you were being electrocuted. So I'm assuming you're protesting too much."

"Well, no. My only regret is that I didn't pace myself, or we could have had seconds tonight. But when I told my sisters about what we did last night, they were fascinated."

"You did what?"

"Every sordid little detail. Zoe wanted to know how big you are. I said we didn't measure you but you were longer and thicker than any other guy I'd had."

"Shit, you discussed my cock in - in front of my

mum

?"

Her face took on a smug little smile. "I overheard a bit of what Ray was telling you just now - about some of our family 'adventures'." She made 'air quotes' with her fingers. "Your mother and I have had the pleasure of Ray's attention, and several close friends - who became very, very close, if you catch my drift - on several occasions. You think that because she's your mother, Angie is very prim and proper. I promise you she isn't. I remember the time when she..."

"Sam, I don't want to hear about Mum's sexual adventures, if you don't mind. This is all getting a bit gross. I'm glad that you enjoyed last night. You were right - fucking older women can be an amazing experience; at least, it was with you. But I think it's time I went to bed before I get involved in any more sordid sexual adventures in what seems to be a somewhat fucked-up family."

Before she could reply, I got up and called goodnight to the group in the kitchen. "G'night, Mattie," Mum replied as I turned and headed upstairs.

In the bedroom, the moonlight through the window was quite bright. I didn't bother with the main light, but headed across the room and switched on the bedside light. And was shocked to find that my bed was already occupied.

"Evening, Matthew," Zoe said with a smile. She was covered by the duvet which, seconds later, she peeled back to reveal that she was wearing just stockings and suspenders, and her 'Z' pendant.

"Fuck, Zoe! What are you doing in my bed?"

"Hmm. Well, it turns out it's

my

bed, in that I bought it and I made it before you decided not to sleep in it last night. And having made my bed, I decided to lie in it. And wait for you. I hope you like the outfit. I've found that young men are turned on by stockings and suspenders. What do you think?"

Her body was slightly fleshier than her older sister's but still within MILF territory. Her tits were a little smaller and softer than Sam's, her pussy (also interestingly bald with a little blonde landing strip) was neat, the slit stretching quite high up her belly. Her legs weren't quite as muscular, but they were well-shaped with minimal bulge over the stocking tops and very little cellulite. And her inviting, lipsticked smile was tantalising.

There was just one major problem. She looked just like Mum - though, admittedly, I hadn't seen my mum naked since I was about five years old.

"Sam told us she was unable to go for another round with you after you'd given her a comprehensive rebore last night. So I thought 'My turn!' I told Ray and he was happy. He'd planned to fuck Angie and me tonight, but he'll be happy with just my sister; she knows a few tricks that he enjoys. So, Matthew, you have another body to explore tonight. Do you have a problem with that?" She smiled a very naughty smile.

I looked down at her almost naked body, then back at her face. "I'm afraid I do. You look just like my mum. How could I fuck you?"

"Quite easily. You simply take out that legendary big fat cock of yours and slide it into my cunt. I may look like Angie, but I'm not her. I'm your naughty aunt Zoe. Look; my pendant has a 'Z'."

Mum would never use a word like 'cunt'. Zoe was earthier than her sister; one of the few ways they were different. I leaned down to look at the pendant and realised that it wasn't simply a letter. It was a profile of a woman, on her knees and with her arms tied up behind her back, leaning forward with her mouth wide open.

"Like it? We found these in a sex shop in Peterborough today, and the girls and I bought one each. When you look closely, you see that they're all a bit naughty. Angie's is a woman naked from the waist down and holding a riding crop across her thighs. Sam's is a woman with her head and arms down and her legs in the air, curled up, presenting her arse and cunt to be fucked. I guess how she was with you last night."

"It wasn't quite like that..."

"Of course it wasn't. But I know Sam very well, and if her legs weren't spread within five minutes of your arrival then she was probably on drugs. As for me, well..." She slowly and very deliberately spread her legs. "From what Sam said, I'm going to have to spread pretty wide. And before we start, let's be clear; my arse is off limits. You can use my cunt mercilessly - I'd like that - but your cock stays out of my back passage. Understood?"

"Look, Zoe, I don't know..."

"Seems you don't know a lot of things, Matthew. One of those things is identifying when a woman is gagging for your cock." She got up on one elbow, reached out and unzipped my trousers. I guess I should've stepped back, but I let her reach inside and pull my cock out. I was already more than semi-hard, so it was a bit uncomfortable having it pulled through the opening of my flies. But a lot more comfortable when Zoe sat up and enveloped it in her wet mouth. It felt, as our American cousins say,

awesome

.

To ease the mild discomfort of the pressure of my chinos and pants on the base of my cock, I hurriedly unbelted, unfastened and pulled the offending garments down to my knees. Zoe seemed to approve, reaching up and running her hand across my abs and letting out a low moan of approval, stifled by my cock filling her mouth.

Like her sister, Zoe seemed to be able to take a surprisingly large mouthful of me. And her oral technique was, if anything, better than Sam's. She sucked me deep, pressing her tongue tightly against my swollen member and teasing the underside mercilessly. Her mouth rode up and down in a delicious oral-fuck which felt almost as good as the ones provided by Alison, my muscular, curvy fuck-buddy - she of the enthusiastic deep-throat and anal. I say 'almost' but, to my amazement, Zoe then moved her head from side to side, made some gagging noises in her throat, and hey presto - I was getting the full Linda Lovelace treatment. From my aunt. My fucking

aunt

!

I almost lost it. I had to grit my teeth and stop my brain from reflecting on what was happening, as her nose pressed against my abs. And before I knew what was happening, she slid back - and then pushed down again. And again. And then, with her forehead pressed tightly against me, her tongue snaked out and licked my balls. And

then

I lost it. I completely, fucking,

totally

lost it! I moaned loudly as I came down my aunt's throat. She held on, taking my entire load and licking my balls at the same time.

Zoe was only the second woman whose gullet I'd enjoyed. And it made it even more amazing that this was my mum's twin sister. It felt wrong. And it also felt amazing.

"You liked that?" she asked, a little hoarsely.