This story is just a bit of fun and should not be taken seriously.
Constructive feedback is appreciated.
All characters are over 18 and have told me they are consenting.
For the sake of clarity:
Chrissie(42), Melonie(44) and Dave(47) are all siblings and their father is Gerry(71).
Tom(45) is Jenny's(68) son.
Tom + Chrissie have a daughter Kirstie(18) and a son Mikey(21)
Dave + Melonie have (as far as we know) a daughter Samantha(18)
Kirstie's Family Surprise
Chrissie & Dave
Kirstie paced impatiently in front of the living room bay window. Every time a car came into the cul-de-sac she ran to the glass and peered out hoping it was them, but so far she had come away disappointed.
Her mum, Chrissie, shouted from the Kitchen: "Don't be impatient, Kirstie!"
Finally a car pulled to a stop outside the house and Kirstie jumped and clapped her hands.
"They're here!" she shouted and rushed to the front door, opening it before her cousin Samantha even had a chance to press the bell button.
"Sammy!" Kirstie cried.
"Kirstie!" cried her cousin in return, and the two young women embraced tightly and kissed each other on the mouth.
"No love for your uncle Dave?" said the man standing behind Samantha.
"Awww, uncle, I always have love for you!" said Kirstie and released her hold on her cousin and went to hug and kiss her uncle.
Dave wrapped his large arms around her slight frame and gave her buttocks a squeeze, causing Kirstie to squeal. "Uncle! You always love my bum." she said with a grin.
Samantha turned to her cousin. "Daddy's been randy as hell all the way here Kirstie, he spent most of the drive with his hand up my skirt." She grinned.
"Who me?" said Dave and raised his left hand to his face, melodramatically sniffing his fingers, "Ahhhhhh delightful."
"Don't stand in the hall, come on in." shouted Chrissie from the Kitchen and the three of them entered the lounge.
Chrissie arrived in the room carrying a dish wrapped in cling-film.
"Hi Dave." she said with a big smile
"Hey, sister." he replied, "What have you got there? It smells great!"
"It's a fruit pie for Dad." said Chrissie and turned to the two young women.
"Okay, you two, can you take this to Gramps for me? Tell him to cook it in the microwave, not the oven or he'll cremate it."
"Okay mum." said Kirstie.
"Sure aunty." said Samantha.
"Keep it level. And bring him back with you for dinner tonight!" instructed Chrissie and handed the pie to Kirstie, "Don't talk to any strange men on the way there!"
She kissed both girls on their lips and sent them on their way.
A buzzer went off in the kitchen and Chrissie turned to attend to it followed by Dave.
She took another pie from the oven and set it aside and then went to the sink to wash her hands.
Dave came up behind her and wrapped his arms around the smaller woman, inserting his right hand into the top of her blouse and massaging her breast.
"How's my little sister doing?" he asked as he nuzzled her neck.
Chrissie pressed back against him a little and could feel his erection against her arse.
"Oh not too bad, Dave." she said and finished washing her hands, "Just rushed off my feet all morning, but it's all done now."
"Excellent." said Dave and pushed his fingers into the cup of her bra searching for the nipple.
"Tom has gone to pick up Melonie from the store and then they will go to pick his mum up, and then it's back here for dinner."
"Hmmmm dinner." said Dave into her neck, "But I could eat something right now."
"Oh?" said Chrissie, enjoying the stimulation of her nipple, "What did you have in mind?"
"Something wet." he said with a grin.
"Hmmmm," Chrissie sighed, "I'll have to see what I can rustle up."
Dave moved his other hand down her front and began to rub her thin skirt against her pussy.
Chrissie took the hint and led her brother to the end of the table where he sat in a chair and she climbed onto the hard table top, lifted her skirt and swung her legs around so that her feet were perched on the arms of his chair.
She moved her legs apart and bunched up her skirt around her waist, presenting her bald pussy to his view.
"Anything you fancy on the menu here, sir?" she asked.
Dave grinned up at her. "There certainly is!" he said and leaned forward to press his hands onto her thighs and spread her pussy lips with his finger tips. He inhaled deeply the aroma of her sex and then lowered his face to her snatch and began licking.
Chrissie grabbed his head with her hands and leaned back, pulling his face harder against herself.
"Oh yes, you have always been good at eating cunt." she said.
Dave found her clit with his tongue and worked on that as her juices flowed down on to his chin.
"Finger me too." she said breathlessly.
Dave took two of his fingers and inserted them into her wet passage, twisting them and pushing in and out, juices now running down his forearm.
"Fuck yeah!" shouted Chrissie as the first orgasm hit her.
"Fuck that cunt, you cocksucker!" she shouted. Dave rammed his fingers faster in and out and sucked and nibbled at her clit.
"Fucking cunt licking bastard fucker." Chrissie cried as her final orgasm tore through her and she held his head still until it subsided.
Finally Chrissie let go of her brother's head and he stood to kiss her wetly on her mouth. She loved the taste of her own quim on some else's lips.
Dave took one of her hands and placed it against the crotch of his trousers, allowing her to feel the large bulge there.
"Can I interest you in anything, madam?" he asked with a grin.
Chrissie and Dave swapped positions and she pulled off his trousers exposing his nakedness beneath. She handled his erection, studying the familiar veins and creases and then lowered her mouth to it. She gobbled noisily on the cock, slurping on his pre-cum and sucking hard on his helmet.
Dave thrust up his hips to meet her mouth and grabbed her head to hold it still so that his cock reached the back of her throat. Saliva dribbled down the length of his shaft and then he released her head for her to continue bobbing up and down on his manhood.
Chrissie also stroked his shaft with her hand, twisting it and making the foreskin slide over his glands and back down again.
She teased his pee hole with the tip of her tongue and then engulfed his cock once again, and pushed his large member as far to the back of her throat as she could manage.
"Oh my god, Chrissie, you always could suck a decent cock." he cried as her mouth stimulated him, edging him closer to his climax.
"Ohhh Chrissie!" he exclaimed loudly and couldn't hold back any longer, and shot his load into her throat, which she swallowed down greedily, making sure that no spunk was lost from her mouth.
After a few moments to recover from their exertions they left the table and got themselves tidied up.
Mikey wandered into the kitchen just as Chrissie and Dave had finished cleaning themselves and the table. He was still wearing his pyjamas.
He rubbed his eyes. "What's for dinner?" he asked, sleepily.
"Honestly, that boy." said Chrissie shaking her head as she started heating the oven, ready to cook the family meal.
Kirstie & Samantha
The two young women chatted as they walked the short distance to their Grandpa's house. It was a bright sunny day and both eighteen year olds wore short pleated skirts and tight tank tops, their pert young breasts unencumbered by bras so their nipples poked tantalisingly against the material.
Kirstie was dark haired and Samantha was blonde. Grandpa liked to call them 'salt and pepper'.
Some cars tooted at them as they passed but they ignored the lustful stares of the men driving.
Eventually they arrived at the front door and Samantha rang the bell and then knocked loudly, as Grandpa Gerry was notoriously hard of hearing.
Samantha bent forward causing her skirt to rise up and give Kirstie a delicious view of her bum encased in white panties. She raised the letter flap and shouted "Grandpa!".
Eventually the rustle of movement could be heard and then the release of five locks as the old man opened his front door.
He stared at the two women.
"Ahhhh, Salt and Pepper, my favourite girls!" he said with a big smile on his face and invited them to enter before re-securing the door locks.
Kirstie took the pie through to the kitchen shouting out to him that he needed to microwave it.
Samantha followed him in to the lounge where he sat heavily back down in his favourite chair and grabbed the TV remote to turn off the noisy war film he had been watching.
He surveyed the lithe young lady standing in front of him, grabbed his walking stick and, with a big grin, hoisted the hem of Samantha's skirt with it.