Auntie Helen
It's been a long and quite complicated story. In brief, I had inherited my Father's sexual chemistry. I didn't inherit his vicious brutality. My Father was a bastard who beat my Mother and his own Mother and Janet. My Mother escaped when I was six years old but was unable to take me with her. My Father took me to live with his girlfriend (Janet) and his Daughter (Chrissie). Chrissie was three weeks younger than me. We grew up. My Father tried to molest Chrissie, Janet beat the shit out of him. We never saw him again. The day I was eighteen I fucked Janet, or she fucked me, whichever you prefer. Three weeks later I definitely fucked Chrissie. I got a job. The owner's daughter turned out to be my Birth Mother. We made love, frequently. We fucked a lot as well. Janet's pregnancy and my Mother's were both carefully planned. Chrissie's pregnancy was also penciled in.
My Father died when he fell from the roof of the house he was building to house his women and their daughters. I was his only son and inherited his entire estate. My Father was a bastard but he was also a very rich man.
For all the dirty details please read the previous 15 chapters.
I'm not going to insult you by saying my new situation didn't change anything because that would be utter bollocks! It changed pretty much everything, including the amount of sex I enjoyed, albeit only for a very short period of time. One of the biggest problems was that I worked for my Mother and Grandfather doing the job that I'd dreamed of. It was a job that I loved with a passion. I also owned half of a business which I knew absolutely nothing about! I needed to keep working for Jim and Rose for my sanity. At the same time I had to learn about my new business. As Gran kindly pointed out, she wouldn't live forever.
Jim came up with the solution, I worked for both equally. So I became a multimillionaire working 6 bloody long days a week whereas before I only worked five and a half normal days a week! The poor little rich kid is looking for the sympathy vote here guys but not really expecting to get it.
To be honest I loved it!
We moved into the new house within the month. 14 fucking bedrooms! If the bedroom wasn't en suite then it shared a Jack 'n' Jill bathroom. Gran said the plan had been for him and I to have a Master bedroom each and the rest were for his women and their daughters, which we'd share. Well the women were not going to include Janet and Rose that was for sure, nor Chrissie and he didn't even know about Gerry. Six other women? Six other half-Sisters? Gran had no idea who they might be, only that there was at least one before my Mother and Janet, the one after.
Rose, Janet, Chrissie and I met with Gran often in the first few weeks to try and work out a plan of action, for me, hence the slight reduction in sex for a little while. Not that the quality reduced in any way and I never slept alone, just too exhausted to make a really long session of it. On the plus side I did enjoy sleeping with my Mother or Janet with our Daughter sleeping in the crib at the bottom of the bed. Another reason for taking it easy. Didn't want to wake the little bundle of joy, By order of the tired Mother! Sorry, I digressed.
It was during one of those meetings that my 'phone pinged.
"Important?" asked my Mother.
"Helen."
"What's she want? Her bum?" Chrissie giggled.
"Says she's got a week off in a couple of weeks if I'd like to feel privileged again," I laughed.
"Tell her yes. You could do with a break," replied Janet.
"Who's Helen?" asked Gran.
I gave her a brief account. Gran laughed.
"Like Father like Son," she teased, "but only the good bits, thank god!"
Which reminded me...
"When did my Grandfather die?"
She rattled off the date and time like it was printed on my forehead and she just had to read it.
"Blimey that was quick!"
"One of the best days of my life. Never forget it! He and your Dad were tag teaming me. Silly bastard was trying to keep up with a teenager. Heart attack! I watched it happen while your Dad had me bent over, reaming me out from behind. I had nothing to do just let him get on with it. His Dad just sort of collapsed, flopped gently to the floor. Wonderful sight. Of course his Son saw nothing. Too busy fucking his Mother. He shot 'is load and called out 'Dad! Your turn. Come and shag the slut again!' Nearly pissed myself. Plain as a pikestaff his Dad wasn't going to shag anything except worms in future. Of course the silly bastard panicked. I told him to get dressed and pull himself together, to behave like the eighteen year old that he was, while I called for an ambulance. Took ages. One of the best days or nights of my life!" Gran repeated happily, "why are you asking?"
"Only one of the best days Gran?" I teased.
"Yep!" There's been two. The other was when my son fell off a roof. On reflection, that's probably THE best day of my life."
I told her Helen's story. She listened in silence until I'd finished.
"That poor girl," she said at length, "We, Mum and Me, realised Dad was screwing around. Didn't bother us. If he was abusing other poor souls he wasn't abusing us was how we saw it. Helen could be your Father's sister. Your Aunt," she laughed, "so you're now screwing your Mother, Sister, her Mother, Grandmother and your Aunt? Not too bad when you're barely twenty!"
Which caused quite a lot of laughter and me to think. Was I just like my Father? Was I shagging anything that dropped its knickers and opened its legs? My Mother must have read my mind. She placed her hand on my leg and squeezed it lovingly.
"No Ryan, you're not like your Father. You have his all good qualities and absolutely none of his bad ones. Remember your 'Slaves', 'Master'? Try as we might you were bloody hopeless as a 'Master'. Not a domineering bone in your body. You make a much better lover. We'll do whatever you ask. You never demand and that's what makes you very special."
"Listen to your Mother, Grandson. She's bin there, got the 'T' shirt."
Gran photocopied the relevant Birth and Death certificates the following day.
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Mid Morning Sunday. The first day of Helen's week long holiday. She was wearing her 'at home and not expecting unexpected visitors outfit', a big, welcoming smile. Putting the big brown envelope on the hallway table I was naked when she turned after closing the door. She stepped close, felt for my cock and started to stroke. I pulled her in tight. She adjusted her stance and guided my cock in. With a little flex of my knees followed by quick straightening I pushed my cock deep inside her dripping cunt. Walking her backwards until she was pressed against the back of the front door I started to fuck her in earnest. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and met every one of my thrusts with one of her own. We fucked through her orgasms and didn't stop until I'd unloaded myself into her throbbing cunt.
"Fuck! I needed that," she gasped delightedly, "haven't had any since you were last here. Not even one of my dildos. What's in the plain, brown, paper wrapper, titillating porn?" she giggled.
"You need porn?" I teased, "It's something I've discovered that you might be interested in. It can wait 'til later. You'll be wanting some stiff cock if you've been without since our last time."
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We went right back to basics, in the pool. She sat on the side and reclined comfortably on the beach mattress she'd previously positioned. With her nice and comfortable I saw no need to rush. Whilst my fingers, tongue and lips never left her quivering flesh it was a full ten minutes before my tongue slid easily between the wet, shiny folds of her swollen labia. Her instant reaction suggested it was ten minutes very well spent. After that it was no holes barred. My tongue and mouth explored her lower body in its entirety. Neither cock nor finger penetrated her anus but my tongue explored and licked it while my fingers penetrated her cunt and tweaked her clitty.
"God! You're an evil bastard! Didn't know if I was coming or going," she sobbed exhaustively when I let her rest.
"I think it's fair to say that you were cumming. No doubt about it. You were also going... crazy, if it helps," I chuckled.
"You just wait!" she threatened.
We swapped places, her in the pool and me on the side, on my back with legs dangling into the water. She was the only woman to actually stand between my legs when giving head for a long time. Boy, did it feel good! She started by stroking my length with her hand while sucking first one ball then the other into her mouth and pushing it around with her tongue.
"I love the fact that your cock and surroundings are smooth. Do it yourself?"
"My Mother one side, Janet the other. Chrissie is learning. She sits on my face when they wax my balls," I laughed.
Helen giggled delightedly.
"And do they wax each other?"
