After the insanity of Rob showing up at Jerry's place, waving a gun and demanding butt sex, which he took from two of the three women, things calmed down a bit, if that term can be used for a family that swaps and shares and licks and sucks as often as possible. All of them were adults and, once the gun-waving was over, everything was consensual. As debauched and deranged and morally abhorrent as some may say it was, it seemed to work for all concerned.
Well, most of them.
Jerry's cousin Vanessa had asked to meet at a city park located halfway between their homes.
Vanessa was a tall 5-foot 8-inches. Her waist was narrow for her height, not to mention in contrast to her large breasts and shapely backside. Her long, red hair set off her pale skin and the freckles that Jerry knew from experience were scattered across her entire body. Jerry spotted her sitting at a picnic table.
When she turned at his approach, he saw she was wearing a designer cape that Jerry thought was more fashionable than functional. It draped long across her shoulders and arms, but stayed open in the front. Underneath was a white, loose-fitting blouse and a tan skirt that hung just above her knees.
Jerry thought she looked more tense than he'd ever seen from anyone. Though he had to admit to himself that did not know Vanessa well since they had not seen each other in some 20 years. That is, until she showed up at his apartment, stripped, and demanded he make love to her in a way his brother (her illicit lover) did not. Jerry was happy to oblige.
"Vanessa, what is it?"
She shifted in her seat, looking around for anyone within ear shot. She stood up and Jerry realized her cape and blouse did nothing to hide the fact that she was braless. Her full tits bounced enticingly at the slightest movement. Vanessa took Jerry's hand.
"Let's walk."
The sun was out and the air was warm. He squeezed her hand.
"You lead."
They strolled through the peaceful setting. There were very few people around, mid-day on a weekday. Jerry took notice that, every few minutes Vanessa would stop walking and take a deep breath, sometimes shaking one leg slightly, as if there was a pebble in her shoe. He decided to be patient and enjoy simply spending time with a beautiful woman. Despite his sexual adventures (or maybe because of them) Jerry seemed to be perpetually single. So it felt good to hold a woman's hand, to feel the warmth and even the slight emotional connection, born from their admittedly bizarre shared experiences.
Vanessa led them to another picnic table; this one set among a thick grove of shade trees. The surrounding neighborhood seemed shut out and far away. She straddled the plastic bench, wiggling her butt and shivering in a way that set her tits in motion. Jerry sat next to her, hoping she wouldn't notice the growing hard-on in his pants.
He realized he should have known better.
She laid one hand on his bulging crotch. "It's the shirt, isn't it?" she asked with a guilty smirk.
"It's not only the shirt, Vanessa," Jerry lifted her hand from his pants, holding it between both of his, kissing the fingertips before asking, "What is bothering my favorite, sexy cousin?"
She gave a small chuckle before taking a big breath. "How's your love life, Jerry?"
The non-sequitur question caught him off guard. "If you mean, am I getting any sex, Nessa? Nothing since you and me did the doggie-style that last time. If you mean actual love? That seems to elude me, though I suspect my niece has developed quite a hard crush on me."
"Whose fault is that, stud?" she smiled. "Do you know that Rachel never refers to you as just 'Jerry?' Always 'Uncle Jerry.' A little bit of a kink if you ask me." Then added, "Though I think she may have mentioned something about a new boyfriend in one of her classes, so you might be off the hook."
"The poor guy." Jerry was surprised to discover a tinge of disappointment, even jealousy, at this news. "I hope he's got the energy for my favorite little nympho." Jerry looked back into Vanessa's eyes, waiting for whatever she really had to say.
She sighed. "I think I told you, sex with Rob was always spur of the moment, wherever we found ourselves."
Jerry nodded.
"I guess it comes with the cheating. We couldn't very well smooch at his office or go out to eat alone together. Someone might see." She paused, "I wonder if that contributed to his breakdown."
"Breakdown? Is that what we're calling it?"
"I really think he was jealous. Of you. Of his inability to express his sexual desires, to me or his wife. I just thought of him as a fun fuck. But when he found me wearing one of your shirts..."
"Oh yeah. I meant to ask..."
A vibrant blush swept up her chest and across her face. "Margaret stole it for me. She said you wore it while you fucked her and Rachel. So hot. I refused to wash it."
Jerry shook his head. "Well, I guess that's settled. Um, so... you were saying, when Rob realized I was fucking all three of you?"
"Well, you saw. He went ballistic, if you'll pardon the expression." She smiled at her tiny joke, then shook her head. "But I gotta tell you, Jerry, in the middle of the danger and the fear and the fucking, I got turned on."
"Ass-rape turns you on. Noted." Jerry quipped, trying to lighten her mood.
Vanessa chuckled, shifting her hips on the bench again.
"Kinda surprised me, too. I've love anal-play, but always with consent. With time and care and patience."
"And lube," Jerry added, feeling the pressure of this cock, struggling to straighten out as it grew in his pants.
