An erotic incest fantasy by E. R. O. Scot
Remember folks, don't try this at home. I'm a professional writer and this is just a fantasy. Of course, if you have reason to believe you can actually make it into a reality and aren't merely living in a fantasy world, then, by all means, go for it ... and good luck. ;-)
Chapter 1.
John and Karen Cummings were relaxing by their pool. It was summer in River City and it was hot, as usual. John and Karen had already splashed and swam a bit and were now sitting under a large pool-side sun shade, watching their two college-aged children still fooling around in the water.
Kevin, their twenty-year-old son, six feet, one inch of lean, tan young male body was in the process of picking up his sister, Michelle, after which he threw her bodily into the pool with much squealing and kicking of feet on her part. She had just gotten out of the pool and dried off. Kevin then dived in over the top of her.
Michelle was eighteen. She was also lean at 115 pounds and five feet, six inches tall. She was also as tan as her brother. She had squealed and kicked her feet when Kevin picked her up, but she was having as much fun as he was.
Michelle swam to the far edge of the pool and hoisted herself out of the water and her parents were able to fully see their daughter's womanly attributes as she stood with her back to them, wringing out her long, brown hair, with natural blonde streaks from the sun. The red bikini she wore was tiny, showing most of her ass. Her firm buttocks and womanly hips narrowed into a tiny waist. Her back was long and lean and supple. She turned around and John and Karen could see that the front of her bikini barely covered her vulva and the two bits of triangular cloth of the bikini top couldn't begin to cover all of her full breasts ... nor did they hide the fact that her nipples were hard.
Karen cut her eyes to her husband's face. He was wearing dark sunglasses, as was she, and he was holding his head at a slight down angle and to one side. It wouldn't look like he was staring at his daughter, but he was. Karen could see through the side of his sunglasses and could see he was looking up and directly at Michelle.
"She's hot, isn't she?" Karen said quietly.
John started a little. "What?" he asked as he turned his head towards his wife.
"Oh please, John, you were totally checking out our daughter. And I can't say I blame you. She's a real hottie."
John grinned, slightly abashed that he had been caught. "Yeah, well I think I've seen you checking Kevin out ... right?"
"But of course I have, John. I may be his mother but I can recognize a hunk when I see one. Besides he reminds me of you at that age. In fact," she continued, "you've still got it, you know. You're still a hunk, too."
And Karen meant it. At age forty-three John had kept his body in good shape. He was tall, like Kevin, both just over six feet, and lean and tan. He had light brown hair and brown eyes, whereas Kevin, like his mother, had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. Michelle had inherited John hair color, or nearly so, and brown eyes also.
But then, Karen was no slouch either. She was a very attractive forty-two-year-old that still turned a lot of heads, even among her children's male friends. She and John had put their family on a paleo diet a few years ago. No grains, no sugar, no polyunsaturated oils, very few potatoes. They ate a lot of fresh mixed salads, various sautéed vegetables, nuts, seeds, some fruit, and meat, along with healthy, natural saturated fats. They had found out that it was hard to get fat by eating fat, but easy to get fat by eating carbs. Plus they had given up miles of jogging for interval training, long walks, and a just a couple of intense resistance exercise sessions per week. John and Karen's bodies were in better shape than ever before and they felt strong, healthy, and full of life.
John leaned over to give his wife a quick kiss on the lips. "Flattery like that will get you fucked and fucked hard my equally hot and beautiful wife."
"Ooo, baby! Right here in front of the children," Karen said with a wicked smile.
Then she realized that her body reacted sexually to the image of her and John having sex, right here beside the pool, with their son and daughter watching. She felt it between her legs. And why not, she thought. She and John belonged to a swingers' club. They fucked in front of other people on a regular basis ... but never in front of their children, of course. Her natural libidinous mind wondered how she would react to fucking in front of Kevin and Michelle ... and how they would react. Probably not good, she decided. Still, the thought intrigued her.
Both Kevin and Michelle knew that their parents were swingers. John and Karen had taken the time to carefully explain their life-style to their children and why it worked for them. They also had long talks with them about sex and sexuality, as well as the benefits and pitfalls of sex and emotional entanglements. They were very open but not pushy about this information and about themselves. The three most important rules they hoped they had instilled in their children when it came to sex were: consenting adults only, no unwanted pregnancies, and no sexually transmissible diseases—all things that could be easily contended with in this day and age, with a little logic and foresight. After that, pretty much anything went.
John and Karen also reinforced the need to be discreet and not tell their friends, or anyone for that matter, about their parents' swinging life-style; that many people, most in fact, would find it to be immoral and may want to declare them to be unfit parents and take Kevin and Michelle away from them. Of course, now that their children were both legal adults, that wasn't a concern any more.
They also explained why they believed their sexual behavior to be moral conduct according to their standards. First, sex wasn't dirty, filthy, nasty, or obscene ... except for rape and child molesting. Second, their swinging didn't harm other people, in fact there were a whole lot of people just like them. Third, sex wasn't sacred and only able to be enjoyed by one man and one woman who were married. Of course, a couple, married or not, who wanted to be sexually exclusive was fine too. Fourth, it was their right as adults to be swingers. It was nobodies' business but their own what they did sexually with other consenting adults. And fifth, they found swinging to be a whole lot of fun and they enjoyed it together.
They didn't need to point out that they had been married for twenty-one years and were still in love with and devoted to each other. John and Karen were prepared to defend their sexual life choice, if need be, from anyone who might confront them about it, but so far it hadn't been necessary. Evidently Kevin and Michelle, for whatever reason, never talk about their parents alternative sex life with their friends.
John and Karen had met in college. There had been an instant attraction between them. They were both highly sexual people and were smart enough to admit it to each other. They had talked about sex and relationships for hours, before, during, and after fucking each other's brains out. It was John who had suggest joining a swingers' group and Karen agreed immediately, wanting to experience all kinds of sex with all kinds of people, while still having a special man—home base, more or less—in her life. John felt exactly the same way. That was twenty-four years ago and their relationship was still strong, and loving, and affectionate. They enjoyed a lot of sex with each other and a lot of sex with a lot of other people and that wasn't about to change.
Besides being swingers, John and Karen were "clothing optional" people. Nudity was not an issue in their household, unless there were guests, of course. They also went to various known nude beaches from time-to-time. For a few years, while Kevin and Michelle were in their early teens, they had resisted their parents nudity. That stage had passed. Still, nudity in the house was less frequent than it had been a few years ago, but it didn't shock or disgust the kids anymore to see one or both of their parents naked in their bedroom with the door open or, once in a while in some other part of the house.
In fact, both Kevin and Michelle joined their parents, on occasion, either in the hot tub or the pool, sans clothing, but only at night, with the yard lights off. There were other two story houses close enough to look down into their yard and the Cummings didn't want any neighbor calling the police about people running around naked in their back yard. That's why, in the day time, swimming suits—even minuscule ones like what both Karen and Michelle were wearing—were the rule. American men, of course, have an aversion to showing their legs above the knees and John and Kevin were no exception. Their swimming attire covered their thighs completely.
John laughed at his wife's words. "No silly. Of course not right here in front of the children."
Karen decided to be mischievous. "Why not, John? We fuck in front of lots of other people."
John's mouth dropped open and he stared at his wife. "What are you suggesting?"
"Later," she whispered. Both Michelle and Kevin had gotten out of the pool, toweled off, and were heading towards their parents.
"Feed me," Kevin said. "My stomach says it's time to order a nice big pizza ... with everything on it."
"Oh yuck!" Michelle said. "I just want sausage and pepperoni."
