Family First Ch. 11

"You're bad."

"Who? Me?" she asked, playfully looking from side to side as if there was anyone else in the room to blame for her behavior. "I just wanted to make sure you were all clean," she explained. "I wouldn't want to send you home to your mom with a messy cock, now would I?"

"Oh no, of course not," he replied as he put on his shirt and pulled up his pants, finally removing his half-hard cock from his cousin's hungry gaze. Leaning down to meet her, he placed a quick, loving kiss on his cousin's lips. "Seriously, though. Thanks. That felt really fucking nice."

"Anytime, cuz."

"I love you, Christina. See you tomorrow," he said as he headed for the door.

"I love you, too. See ya — oh shit..." All at once, Christina remembered an important detail from her conversation with Olivia that she hadn't yet had a chance to mention.

"What's wrong?" Danny asked.

"About tomorrow..." She hesitated, wondering if it was even worth bringing up at this point. "So, you know that English project I'm working on with Olivia?"

Danny nodded.

"Well, I invited her over to work on it with me tomorrow."

"Okay... and?"

"And I kinda said that you might be willing to come by and help us finish it up." Before Danny had a chance to reply, she said, "You don't have to, though, if you think it will be weird or awkward."

"Do you think it will be weird or awkward?" Danny asked, giving Christina another long, searching stare.

"I don't know... probably not? Honestly, I really like her a lot, and it would be nice if we could all be friends."

"Just friends, though. Right?"

Christina gave an enthusiastic nod. "Just friends."

"Okay, sounds good," he replied, "I'll see you both tomorrow, then." With that, Danny blew her a kiss and stepped out into the hallway.

~~~

With Danny gone, Christina lay in bed for a few minutes, enjoying a few quiet moments of calm relaxation. For the first time since leaving school, her mind was at peace. She might have stayed there and fallen asleep for the night if it wasn't for her rumbling tummy.

When she finally managed to drag herself out of bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her skin was patchy and red where Danny's light stubble had irritated her skin, and her hair had dried awkwardly after her shower, giving her a serious case of bed-head. Most noticeable of all, though, was the close-cropped mat of orange curls at the apex of her athletic thighs.

It would be obvious to anyone who looked that Christina Henson had just been the recipient of a very satisfying fuck. Her labia — normally so tidy and delicate — were swollen and red, protruding noticeably from between her outer lips. They hung open slightly as Danny's load dripped out of her and ran down her thighs in thick, globby rivulets.

The mere sight of herself made Christina tingle with excitement. Sometimes she still couldn't believe that the girl in the mirror — the one who had not only fucked her own parents, but her aunt, uncle, and cousin as well — was really her. But it was all true. She really had done those things and planned on doing quite a bit more.

Grinning to herself, she ran a comb through her hair and rubbed some moisturizer into the red spots on her cheeks and chin, but she left her pussy alone. She wanted to see how her parents would react to the sight of their daughter brazenly walking around the house with her leaking cunt on full display.

Downstairs, she found her mom leaning against the kitchen island, flipping through her phone, looking as effortlessly sexy as ever. Like her daughter, she was completely naked. Her damp, auburn hair clung to her neck and shoulders. She stood with her hips cocked at the perfect angle to emphasize the line of her midsection as it curved outward into her wide, motherly hips. When Christina walked into the room, she looked up at her, grinning when she saw the mess between her daughter's legs.

"I thought you went upstairs to get cleaned up."

Christina grinned. "I got messy again."

"I see that," Diane said. "So, is it safe to assume that you two kissed and made up?"

"You heard that, huh?"

Diane nodded. "I couldn't hear what you were saying, but I could tell you were upset. Want to talk about it?"

"I think things are good now... but yeah, it might be nice to talk things through... if you have the time."

"I'd love to," Diane said, a little too quickly.

Christina just smiled. In the past, she would have been annoyed at her mom's propensity for nosing into her personal business, but now she thought it was kind of cute. Besides, it was nice to have someone she could trust completely and absolutely with secrets that almost no one else could possibly understand.

She went on to tell her mom everything that had happened, starting with her walk to school that morning and going right up to the present moment. Diane had to stop her every now and then to attend to her dinner preparations, but mostly, she just let her daughter talk. Christina wasn't sure how her mom would react when she brought up the idea of her and Danny living together openly someday, but when that part of the story came up, Diane merely gave an impassive nod.

"I'm really happy for you, sweetie," Diane said when Christina finally finished her tale.

"Really?" Christina asked, more than a little surprised by the reaction.

"Really," she said as she reached across the table and took her daughter's hands into her own. "You and Danny are good for each other, and you always have been. All your father and I have ever wanted for you is to find someone that will love you, and take care of you, and see you for the incredibly unique and wonderful person you are. As far as I can see, Danny does all those things for you and more."

After a momentary pause, she said, "Just promise me that the two of you will take things slow."

"We will, Mom. Neither of us wants to do anything crazy anytime soon — crazy being a relative term in this family, of course."

"Good," Diane replied with a sparkling smile. "Because I'm still too young to be a grandma."

"— And I'm still having way too much fun being your daughter," Christina added.

"You'll always be my little girl, Christina — no matter how many beautiful little grandbabies you give me one day," Diana replied, her voice suddenly thick with emotion. "And in case it wasn't overwhelmingly obvious, knowing that I, of all people, get to be your mom makes me happier than you'll ever know."

"It makes me really happy too, Mom. It's been so nice having you around to talk to about all this stuff, even if it's still so strange and new. I'm sorry for brushing you off all those times you tried to talk with me about personal stuff. High-school might have been a lot easier if I'd actually confided in you every now and then."

"Well at the very least, I might have talked you out of ever dating that Sampson kid."

"Ha. I doubt it," Christina said.

"Me too," Diane admitted. "I never listened to my mom when it came to boys either." She paused a beat before saying, "I don't know if I ever told you this, but she never liked your father. She always said that he'd bring nothing but trouble."

"Maybe she was right," Christina replied with a sly smile. "I mean, look at us."

Diane returned her daughter's smile and said, "Nope. She just never knew that I was the mischief-maker, not him."

"Some things never change, I guess. Not that I'm complaining."

Just then, the timer on the oven beeped, and Diane stepped away to take her casserole out to cool. Using the momentary distraction as an opportunity to change the subject, Diane said, "So, I guess I was right about Olivia wanting to be more than study buddies with Danny."

The statement hung in the air for a moment or two, before Christina finally said, "Yeah, I guess so. I thought that if I asked her straight up about her feelings for Danny, it would clear things up, but now I'm more confused than ever. On one hand, I like her a lot, and I really do believe her when she says she wants to be friends. At the same time, I can't shake the feeling that she's still hiding something from me."

"I'm afraid I don't have the answers on this one, honey," Diane said. "You'll just have to play things by ear. That said, I'm proud of you for sticking with her as a friend. It would have been easy to push her away when you found out she had feelings for Danny."

"I couldn't do that. She really is super nice." After a long, thoughtful pause, she said, "Still... Do you think I'm crazy for inviting her and Danny over tomorrow? Am I just tempting fate?"

Diane shrugged. "There's no way you can really be friends with this girl if you're constantly looking over your shoulder, second-guessing her motives. You also have to remember that to her, you and Danny are just cousins and best friends — nothing more. If you start acting like a jealous girlfriend, then she'll end up being just as suspicious of you as you are of her. The three of you should just hang out and enjoy each other's company. Having been on the receiving end of one of Danny's crushes, I can say with a reasonable amount of confidence that he'll always put you first, even if Olivia hasn't totally moved on."

She hesitated a beat before saying, "And... I know I probably don't need to say this, but I'm going to say it anyway. No matter what happens or how close you get with this girl, you can't tell her the truth about what we do behind closed doors. Not ever."

"I know, Mom. I won't," Christina replied. "Things would be so much simpler if I could just tell her straight out that Danny and I are together, but I know it would just lead to more questions that would be even harder to answer. Now that I think about it, though, if Olivia knew about me and Danny, then I'd be a lot more willing to share him."

Diane shook her head, even as a wry smile spread across her features. "You sure are your mother's daughter," she said. "Speaking of sharing. I think I owe you a debt of gratitude for this morning."

"What happened this morning?" Christina asked. The only thing she could think of that had happened was her waking up late and nearly ruining her perfect attendance record, which wasn't a very praiseworthy achievement.

"Your father fucked me so hard that I'm surprised he made it safely to work after. You really got to him last night. He's usually cool as a cucumber, even in bed, but you should have seen the look in his eyes when he told me about how sweet you tasted and how much he enjoyed fucking his daughter's tight little cunt."

Christina's pussy throbbed as images of the previous night flooded into her brain. She knew the exact look her mom was talking about, and it thrilled her to know that she'd had such an impact on her handsome father.

"Well I'm glad I could be of service," she replied, as an excited flush spread across her freckled cheeks. "For what it's worth, he really got to me, too. He was so sweet and romantic, and he made it all feel so special. It was also just so fucking hot knowing it was Dad's dick rubbing around inside of me."

Diane let out a tiny, barely audible moan as she listened to her daughter talk so openly and enthusiastically about fucking her own father. She couldn't help but press her knees together in a desperate effort to stimulate her erect clit.

"Thinking about me and Dad fucking really turns you on, doesn't it?" Christina asked, grinning at her mother's obvious arousal.

"God, you have no idea, honey," Diane said. "I've been soaking wet all day thinking about him doing something so nasty and wrong with our beautiful little girl — sliding his big, long cock all the way up inside the same pussy we made together... His own flesh and blood..."

"Well, why don't you show me?"

With a sultry smile, Diane stepped slowly around to Christina's side of the kitchen island and sat down on the barstool next to her. She sat there for a second or two with her knees pressed tightly together, consciously building up her daughter's anticipation before slowly spreading herself wide open to her daughter's predatory gaze.

Her pussy was swollen, red, and smeared with her musky lubrication. Even in her highly aroused state, Diane's plump outer lips gave no sign of the fleshy, pink pleasures that lay within, save for the thick knob of flesh that protruded from the top of her split. Christina found the sight of her mom's oversized clit to be fascinating and strangely beautiful. It was so big and swollen and erect that its protective hood of flesh wasn't up to the task of containing it. In a strange way, her mom's clit reminded Christina of the head of her uncle's uncircumcised cock as it slid free of its foreskin. She felt drawn to it in the exact same way, and her own clit throbbed and hummed at the thought of wrapping her lips around the most sensitive spot on her mom's body.

"He made me feel so good, Mommie," Christina said, turning effortlessly into the precocious little slut that had driven her father wild the night before. Tearing her eyes away from her mom's drooling snatch and staring into deep into her lust-filled eyes, she said, "He started by licking between my legs. It tickled at first, but then it started to feel really nice... then it started to feel really nice, and I got that fuzzy warm feeling all over."

As she spoke, she stepped closer to Diane, who was completely transported by her daughter's performance. One of her hands played between her legs while the other idly stroked her breasts, rubbing and fingering the swollen pink nipples that protruded from her pale flesh like a pair of overripe cherries.

"I know it was wrong, Mommie, but it just felt so good... I didn't want him to stop. You're not mad at me, are you?" Christina asked, biting her lip in over-exaggerated concern.

"Of course I'm not mad at you, baby. Daddy was just showing you how much he loves you." She hesitated a moment before saying, "Why don't you..." The words caught in her throat and she swallowed hard before continuing. "Why don't you show me what he did to you."

"But how, Mommy?" Christina asked, her face a mask of pure angelic innocence. "How can I lick myself?"

"Not yourself, baby girl," Diane purred. "I want you to lick my privates just like your Daddy did for you..."

Christina scrunched up her nose in mock confusion. "But I'm a girl, Mommy!"

"I know that, honey," Diane replied. "You're the most beautiful girl Mommy knows, and it would make me so happy if you used your mouth to make me feel good."

"Well... Okay..." Christina replied. "But I don't know if I can do it as good as Daddy did it..." She smiled to herself as she watched her mom's expression dissolve into a mask of desperate lust.

"Oh god, baby — please," Diane muttered between clenched teeth. "Mommy needs it so bad. Feel how wet I am... how wet you make me..." With perhaps more aggression than she intended, she grabbed Christina's hand and shoved it between her legs. Moving on pure, animal instinct, she started frantically humping herself against her daughter's palm.

Christina felt a surge of moisture flood into her own pussy as she cupped her mom's sloppy cunt. She could feel Diane's lubrication smearing all over her palm and knew she had to taste it. When she pulled away, her mom gave a pathetic cry and frantically grabbed for her daughter's hand, desperate to feel her daughter's fingers probing into her hole. Christina was too quick for her, and a second later, she was lapping at her palm, making a show of eating up her mom's cum.

"Mmm! You taste nice, Mommy!" Christina exclaimed. Without waiting for a response, she dropped to her knees and pressed her face deep into Diane's steaming crotch.

"OHHHHHMMMMMYESSSSSsssss!" Diane howled as her daughter's lips and tongue went to work. "Just like that, baby girl! Show Mommy what a dirty little girl you are!"

Christina did exactly that. She ran her tongue up and down her mom's slit, gathering the moisture that seemed to flow endlessly from her. Her nostrils flared as the scent of excited femininity seemed to fog up her brain, obscuring everything but her desire to bring pleasure to her loving mother. Unable to hold herself back any longer, she let her tongue slither, snake-like, into Diane's sweltering hole, eliciting another loud exaltation of pleasure and a fresh gush of moisture that splashed wetly against her chin.

Diane was far from passive as her daughter expertly ate out her cunt. With one hand on the back of Christina's head, and the other bracing herself against the kitchen table, she shifted her hips, grinding her excited sex against her daughter's face with ever-increasing force. Every time she slid forward, Christina's long, pointed nose mashed deliciously against her clit. Her lungs couldn't seem to take in enough air, and her exhalations came out in long, incoherent wails of sublime pleasure.

An evil thought popped into Christina's mind when she realized her mom was nearing the point of no return. She pulled back just as suddenly as she'd begun. Looking up at her mom with wide, innocent eyes, she said, "Am I doing good, Mommy? Is it as nice as when Daddy does it?"

Diane stared down at her daughter in momentary disbelief before she renewed her grasp on her daughter's head and shoved it forcefully back between her legs. "You're doing so good, baby," she cooed. "You're making Mommy's pussy feel so fucking good! Nnnghhhh! Don't stop! Mommy wants to cum so bad, baby! Please help Mommy cum!"

Christina had always been an obedient child. Shifting her lips up to the apex of her mom's sex, she wrapped her lips tight around Diane's plump clitoris, putting gentle suction on the sensitive bundle of nerves while running her tongue in circles over its tip, treating it just like she would a man's penis.

"Hhnnghhh! OHGOD! OHFUCK! YES, BABY! YES!"

Fireworks exploded behind Diane's eyes as staggering waves of pleasure pushed her into another plane of existence where nothing mattered except her straining clit and her daughter's soft, sucking mouth. Every muscle in her body tensed and released as a flood of viscous fluid poured out of her and covered Christina's face. She trembled and shook as sonic waves of pleasure reverberated through her, searching for an outlet and finding none. Out of pure necessity, her conscious mind reasserted itself just enough to push Christina's mouth away from her before the sensations became too intense for her to handle. By the time it was all over, she was surprised to find that she'd somehow managed to keep herself from falling out of her chair.

She was so dazed from her orgasm that she barely noticed when a voice from the other side of the room said, "Having some fun without me, huh?"

A huge grin lit up Christina's face when she turned to see her father standing at the entrance to the kitchen. His tie hung loosely around his neck and he was already in the process of unbuttoning his dress shirt. Stumbling to her feet, Christina launched herself in his direction, surprising him as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed as she plastered several butterfly kisses all over his face before laying a bit wet smacker right on his lips, knowing full well that he would taste and smell his wife's cunt on her lips. She could already feel his erection poking into her through his slacks as he wrapped his arms around her, mashing her breasts into his chest and meeting her lips in a much more adult kiss.

He slid his tongue into her mouth, and soon the two of them were making out like hormonal teenagers. After nearly a full minute of grappling tongues and groping fingers, Ray finally came up for air.

"I missed you, Pun'kin," he said, smiling sweetly back at his daughter.

"I missed you too, Daddy."