---This story includes sexual scenes of an incestuous nature. All characters participating in said acts are portrayed over the age of eighteen. Please do not read any further if this subject material is offensive to you---
Author's Note: The Jackson family was born as a stand alone with "A Jackson Family Christmas." Due to the positive feedback, and to be honest, some shameless begging, I decided to continue the story of Dillon Jackson. I tightened up the POV to stay on him since he's the one getting all the action. He's a perverted kick in the ass with the oddest quirks I could come up with, without going over the top. Enjoy the ongoing struggles of Dillon and his needy family and his devotion to them. It will help to read "A Jackson Family Christmas" to get a sense of the demented world I've created and some inside jokes they inflict upon one another. ---
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"What exactly are you doing?" Aunt Jane's voice brought Dillon's head up from the couch.
"It's not what it looks like. I swear." He turned his head to watch her walk around the couch. Her nightgown billowed around her while her eyes were locked on him. It was a thin powder blue number that stopped just above the knee. The light coming in from the front window silhouetted her perfectly. It allowed him to make out her rounded hips and the swell of breasts. She was the most endowed of the family. That wasn't saying a lot, but still, it was almost a complete handful. The image of his Aunt caused his cock to stir. It was a normal and constant reaction from childhood. Just her voice could arouse him.
"It looks like your sleeping with your cousin." She sat down on the couch where he'd been stretched out with his feet on the coffee table under a blanket. Reaching down, she took the baby bottle and set it on the table before placing a soft kiss on her grandson's head. She watched Kyle quietly suckling in his sleep. He looked content to be lying over Dillon's heart as they lounged on the couch. "You know you can put him down after feeding him, don't you?"
"Sure. But he's a Jackson boy. He's got that irresistible charm all of us have. I just couldn't put him down. We were going over our strategy to pick up women at the grocery store."
"Use the charm while you got it. It seems to fade with age."
Dillon heard the whisper of truth in her words. He eyed her with a slight smile as she curled her feet up to keep them warm. "Scoot under the blanket. Since I'm sleeping with my cousin, I might as well sleep with my Aunt too."
She let out a snort of soft laughter and took his suggestion. Not knowing the subtle truth of the comment. Jane snuggled tight to Dillon's warm body. Her head rested on his shoulder to complete the sweet scene. Dillon felt her body relax into him. He couldn't help but close his eyes and breathe her in. The thin material of her nightgown was unable to hide the feel of her breast as it formed against his arm. Her hand found her grandson and left it resting on his back just above Dillon's. Their fingers grazed one another's.
"Where's Sammy?" She asked after emptying her lungs in a deep heavy breath. It caused the hair on the back of Dillon's neck to start tingling. She reached up and pushed a strand of dark blonde hair from her face.
"Out in my bed with Lexi. They both had to get away from the snore mobiles upstairs." The rumbling snores of his Father and Uncle vibrated throughout the house. It was never ending. Nothing had ever worked for either of them. Dillon had finally decided on his own to convert the pool house to an apartment. It was the only way to get away from the noise. Nirvana with a toilet was what he called it. He'd worked for a small construction company since graduation two years ago, so it hadn't been difficult to do the job. It ended up being snug and cozy. Living at home was starting to have some real benefits. With the family together for Christmas, it was getting even cozier.
"Two girls in your bed at once. I'm impressed. Too bad they're related to you or you might get Hall of Fame status."
"It still counts. I have no problem lying and saying were having sex." Dillon let out a low chuckle. "If I throw in a sexy Aunt I win a toaster oven for Rookie of the Year."
"Really? Too bad you don't have one of those."
"Please." He drew out the word and shook his head at the obvious underestimate of her own beauty. "You're the only reason I survived puberty. Why do you think I was always begging to stay at your place growing up? I almost wore out my little swizzle stick thinking of you."
"Dillon!" She hissed with surprise. Her hand light swatted his under the blanket. "I can't believe you. Do you flirt with every single woman you see?"
He pretended to think about it for a moment and then shrugged. "Pretty much. I did the math in the house. I even had a pie chart made up. You're the only female with no blood connection to me. A house full of beautiful women and you're my only option. The no blood connection is a bit of a turn off for me, but I can work with it. I figured I should take a shot and see how far my Jackson charms gets me."
"Absolutely nowhere." She raised her head up to scowl at him, but the tiny smile couldn't stop from showing through. "You're worse then ever. I can't believe you."
"What? I'm twenty. If I think about Sunday morning cartoons, I get a stiffy. I had a chubb half the day from tying my shoes the other morning. I damn near cut it in two with a skill saw at work. The only benefit is no one crowds me when we pile into a pickup to head to a job sight."
Jane gave him a hug as she tried to suppress her giggles at the imagery he'd described. "How are you still single?"
"Its kind of hard to score when I have em doubled up in my bed already. How exactly do you top having a three-way with your cousin and sister?"
"Dillon!" Her swat was harder. Kyle stirred a bit and scrunched up his face before letting out a heavy sigh. Jane flinched from almost waking him. Her voice was lower. Aimed right at his ear. "You've got to be the most disturbed guy I know."
"You really can't even imagine what goes on in my head. I have this recurring nightmare I just can't shake. I don't know how you live through it." He turned his head to look at her. Their faces were only inches apart.
"What are you talking about?" There was worry and wonder in her voice.
"I keep getting the image of my Uncle's massive belly on you all sweaty and grunting. I get it. You're a chubby chaser. But it still creeps me out everytime."
Jane's mouth dropped open. Shocked. For a moment she just watched his eyes twinkling with mischief. A smile finally turned her face decades younger as she lost the fight and began to laugh. It went from forty-five to what she must have looked like in her twenties. "You're an evil little boy. I'm not a chubby chaser. He just kept growing after we got married. His belly is like our fourth child. And don't get too worried about that image. Not a lot's happing down there for him these days."
"Ouch. Sorry about that. I'd offer to stand in for him, but you'd probably brain me to death with a frying pan. Hopefully afterwards, of course. I'm willing to give your breasts a hug if they need one?"
"What?" Her hand went to her mouth as she tried to hide the smile behind another aggravated gesture. Her laughter grew.
"It's one of my fetishes. Sorry. I like hugs."
It took her almost a full minute to stop laughing and think about his words. "Fetishes? You have fetishes?"
