This is my first story submitted to Literotica and I welcome any feedback. It's a fictional story of that forbidden act between family members, however in this writing, you fantasize it could happened to you.
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"Come on pokey," Karen laughed as I fumbled for the stern line, fixed tightly to the mooring post.
I couldn't help myself, paying way too much attention to her mother, Kate and her sister Kathy, taking my focus from my task at hand. It was hard not to notice how three women could look so much alike and wonder how they could be so different. However, with a quick glance to the right, I caught Karen smiling at me, knowing full well where my mind was and she was right.
Standing on the dock, I had a good view so I could compare the girls and take in their beauty. Karen and her mom Kate each stood five foot six, each having long strawberry blonde hair that fell to their shoulder lines, coupled with green eyes that captivated you when you looked into them. Kathy was an inch taller with much longer fiery red hair and deep blue eyes. Freckles were definitely in abundance on their bodies, a gift or curse from their family's ancestors depending on how you viewed them. I always teased Karen that she was a giant walking freckle with a skin problem. Needless to say, I've received a few sore ribs from those teasing comments.
Kathy and Karen are only a year apart in their ages with my wife Karen being the youngest at twenty-three. Kate their mother at forty-three who made those two perfect clones of herself was just as stunning. Her firm 34B-28-32 body, evidence of her love of swimming and running was just like her girls, however, Kathy took on just a bit more of her father's facial features and Irish red hair color, including his temperament. Karen was more like her mother even in the way they talked, dressed, and acted.
My mind's recorder went into instant rewind, taking me back to last month when this two week family sailing vacation was planned. We were all sitting on Kate's patio after a dip in their pool, laughing and enjoying the biggest and juiciest burgers ever made by Kathy who missed her calling in life to be a gourmet chef somewhere in a five star restaurant instead of the prim and proper school secretary at Hope Elementary School.
Everyone was laughing with one exception, Kate's husband Brent. It was evident that he wanted no part of this vacation trip. Something changed in the past two years with his relationships with his wife and daughters and it now included me, his son-in-law of a year and a half.
Karen confided in me a few weeks ago about her parents emotional roller coaster ride over the past four years and at the same time I found out, that mother--daughter duo shared every secret known to mankind, even about my sexual performance in bed, my thick six and half inch cock, how I love to eat pussy and even some of our most secret fantasies. Kate would comment to her daughter about her husband's performance in bed or even more information as to the lack of performance and his distaste for oral sex. How embarrassing, if you know what I mean, knowing that your mother-in-law knows how you make love or how big you are and how much you enjoy eating out of the honey jar. That's when the bomb was dropped.
Brent interrupted our planning session and told everyone there that he was not going with us and furthermore, he was taking a new job in New York which required him to travel to the middle-east. Then he lit the fuse. He shared that he was leaving Friday and that his marriage with Kate was over, however in the same breath, told his daughters that he still loved them but he had to live his own life. The mood went from laughter to the excitement of the City Morgue. Kate knew it was coming, however, not this soon. "Well, I hope you enjoy your new job. Now leave us alone to plan our vacation," Kate told him in a cold voice.
"Mom! You really want to go after this?" Karen asked.
