Family Takedown 14

For a young man, David's staying power was impressive.

Ultimately, however, the determined mother had prevailed, sensing his hips buck and backing her lips to the head to receive a warm jet of thick creamy cum pouring into her mouth, quickly followed by another, and then another until the flow died to a trickle and disappeared.

"There," Kate declared, shamelessly wiping a translucent dripping of sticky jism from her glazed lips and patting him gently on his deflated member as she rose to return to her chores, "that should hold you until at least Allison gets home.

It was as succinct a summation of daily life in the Thornton household as the debased family matriarch could deliver.

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Despite his mother's plea, David did think about his attractive Aunt Kristina. In fact, he thought about her a lot, and over the course of the intervening week prior to their arrival pondered how he'd capture his lovely demoralized aunt as he had his refined mother and youthful sisters.

"Aunt Kristina is pretty, and she has a decent body with a big set of tits," the calculating young man acknowledged as he thought of ways to entrap the mid-thirties divorcee to add to his incestuous collection of family lovelies.

"Plus, she's divorced," he rationalized. "I'll bet she's desperate to get laid."

"Besides, she's like mom," he recognized, fully understanding his servile mother's and docile aunt's easily intimidated nature, having seen them around their father in the past and the way they cowed to dominant personalities. "She does what she's told without a fight."

"'Jeez, I'd love to bite off a piece of Aunt Kristina's ripe ass," he decided crudely, driven by his lewd desires for his aunt's delectable body.

The problem was Grandpa Sam -- a tough old ex-NCO -- muscular, well-trained in combat, and a no-nonsense father. Even in his early 60's, David had no doubt his gramps could kick his ass if he was properly riled.

Unknowing of Sam's own degenerate tendencies, the forward-thinking youth assumed that his granddad learning his degenerate grandson was boning his two complacent daughters to essentially turn the enticing sisters into his own personal fuck dolls, would be enough to rile Slammin' Sam.

That's not even to mention the fact David was fucking the old man's two sweet granddaughters too.

"I gotta figure out a way to bag Aunt Kristina without grandpa knowing," David considered, with no other options coming to mind. "Maybe mom can help?"

It wasn't until the day David's two relatives arrived that his thoughts coalesced around a plan, suddenly realizing that morning he had an ally in Britney. Even more so, he recognized that just as he had with his twin sister, it might be easier to co-opt the authoritative old vet than oppose him.

Still, he needed to figure out how best to ensnare his beautiful but deferential aunt. As had opportunely happened throughout his depraved ascendency in the Thornton household, good fortune and his natural insights into the frailties of human nature would aid him there too.

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"Hey, Pixie!" Grandpa Sam called to Britney as she and her mother met them at the airport.

Pixie had been Sam's pet name for Brit since she was a small girl, mostly because of her diminutive stature and the spritely way she danced about with boundless energy as a child. As she grew to adolescence, and then young adulthood, the name had stuck, at least for her grandfather. He thought of her that way once again as she gave him a bear hug.

"Oh my, what a greeting," the old warrior thought as his developing grandchild's obviously braless breasts smashed against his chest. "I guess you miss your old gramps, huh?"

"I sure do, grandpa," Britney exclaimed, then bent close to his ear to pass a discreetly seductive message in a disturbingly breathy whisper. "There's so much I want to do to you while you're here."

Sam paused momentarily at her meaning, but then let it pass as just his imagination.

'She just misstated it,' he decided, while chastising himself for even entertaining such a notion about his precious 18-year-old granddaughter.

"Hi dad," Kate greeted Sam while kissing her father on the cheek, then turning to her sister.

"Hi sis," she did the same to Kristina. "What do you say we get your bags and get out of here?"

"Good enough for me, sweetheart," Sam agreed, admiring his two lovely daughters standing side-by-side, then adding with unsuspecting prescience. "I'm looking forward to being with family."

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The drive was short, but the day was long.

Kristina and Kate spent most of the afternoon in the kitchen gabbing, bitching, and basically catching up. Allison had skipped the trip to the airport to run off to the library, as usual, while Brit hung out in her room fixated on her smart phone texting who knew whom.

David kept his grandpa busy, talking about his imaginary wrestling prowess, while probing Sam on his personal social attitudes by asking leading questions about his patriarchal mindset towards women and family life. The clever kid hoped to gain insights on how he might react to his plan to bring the old man and Aunt Kristina into the new family dynamic.

"Really, grandpa, women are meant to be subservient to a man's needs?" David quizzed, liking what he heard, but wishing to play devil's advocate to pry more out his antiquated grandfather while not showing his cards. "He's master of the house?"

"That's how I raised my girls," Sam replied forthrightly, "and that's how it was with your Grandma Maggie."

David looked on with a smile, the words confirming his suspicions and precisely what he'd hoped to hear.

"Now, don't misunderstand me," the thoughtful patriarch elucidated. "I loved your grandmother, you know that. Treated her like a queen, with respect and kindness. I took care of her and my girls like a man is supposed to do. But they always did as I said, and always deferred to the man of the house."

"I don't know if that works anymore today, grandpa?" David questioned, baiting the chauvinistic veteran.

"David," Sam explained with the presumed wisdom of age, "you'll learn as you mature that some truths are timeless. Women serve men. That's the way it's always been, and that's the way it will be in future."

"Wow, grandpa, that's not exactly politically correct," the young man offered fairly.

"Politically correct?" Sam countered derisively. "What bullshit! Who cares about that?"

"I don't, but society does," David pressed, hoping to curry favor while also pushing his sexist grandfather's buttons to set off a litany of his discredited beliefs.

"Screw that," Sam scoffed dismissively. "Women are built the way they are for a reason. Soft, weak, and sexy as hell, if you know what I mean."

Grandpa Sam's last comment was stated with a wink and a nudge. His meaning was clear. It was a rare expression of male bonding equality by the usually condescending ex-soldier -- treating the 18-year-old like the man he was becoming.

It left David with no doubt the old man would accept his introduction into the young collegian's sordid family venture, at least if it meant women serving their true role in life as Sam envisioned. He was sure that vision would hold even if the women in question were his dutiful daughters, or his lovely granddaughters.

"I know what you mean, grandpa," David nudged back, hoping to gain Sam's trust as a kindred spirit. "Built for sex."

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Allison didn't show up until around six o'clock and the family ate dinner together, laughing and enjoying themselves as they caught up with life events and re-familiarized themselves with each other. David found himself continuously spying Aunt Kristina from the corner of his eye, with his mind clearly focused on his designs for the withdrawn but appealing woman.

Kristina was in many ways like his mother, and in many ways not.

His mid-thirties aunt was taller than Kate at 5'5" and probably topped out at 125 lbs., but she was softer and more round. She wasn't an athlete like her big sister, although she did appear in better shape than the last time she'd visited.

Aunt Kristina was definitely all woman though, in every way, just as her father had wished her to be.

The pleasant but sad divorcee still dressed to please in blouses, dresses and very feminine attire. She only occasionally wore slacks, as she was wearing today for travel. Moreover, she wore tastefully applied make-up that never looked trampy, and wouldn't dream of leaving the house without it done and her hair brushed.

Kate's little sister shared similar facial features to her big sis, including a finely chiseled nose and well-defined cheekbones, but her lips were wider and fuller, while her hair was a slightly darker brown and cut in a medium, straight look with bangs.

Better still, Kristina's body showed all the promise of her big sister, and maybe even more so. Her curves were rounded and less angular than Kate's, but every bit as prominent and promising.

David couldn't help but notice the spread of her broad, plump ass in her form-fitting khaki's, and her button-down blouse made it clear her breasts were every bit as large as Kate's, and probably closer to those of his big-titted sister Allison.

"You've lost weight, haven't you sis?" Kate asked solicitously at dinner, noticing how the trauma of Kristina's divorce had affected her little sister both physically and emotionally, and hoping to bolster her low self-esteem.

"Yes, well, the heartbreak diet, ya know?" Kristina sadly answered, knowing she'd rarely eat since Thomas left.

Like many traumatized souls, loss of appetite was how she responded to emotional turbulence and duress in her life.

A sad pause filled the two adult sisters.

"It's highly effective, but I wouldn't recommend it," Kate's forlorn sister joked in an attempt at humor to lighten the mood and not deflate the happy occasion of their visit.

"Well, it's worked," Kate offered hopefully. "You look great."

"It was all my fault anyway," Kristina bemoaned her plight, sulking momentarily in her misery to take the blame as usual, stressing her marital insufficiency. "I married up, you know? I always tried to please him, but I just wasn't good enough."

"That's nonsense, Kristi," Sam admonished his insecure daughter. "Thomas was out of his mind. Any guy would be interested in a beautiful woman like yourself. Isn't that right everyone?"

"Sure would," David volunteered while ogling his wallowing aunt's slimmer form, so different and so much more appealing than that of the frumpy housewife he'd seen only a year ago. "Any man would be attracted to you -- any man for sure."

"Yeah, well, that's very gallant, David," Kristina replied politely, not truly believing any of the kind words as her personal outlook and self-confidence were at a low ebb. "Thank you, I'm sure."

Kristina was happy to be in the familiar comfort of her big sister's house -- safe and cozy. Still, something was odd about the place and her sister's family. They were all friendly and welcoming, just as always, but as they sat to dinner Kristina couldn't help but notice the casual clothing they wore.

Jeans and t-shirts weren't so unusual -- everybody wore those, even her admittedly uptight older sister, especially at home.

What struck Kristina was it was pretty clear that, in addition to Kate, her modest sister's socially inept oldest daughter Allison and her athletic youngest girl Britney, were all braless. Further, their outfits were openly revealing and suggestive, with tight fits emphasizing every remarkable curve, or diaphanous cloth so sheer as to be translucent.

Brit's body-hugging yoga pants and spandex top left little of her developing curves to the imagination. At the same time, the tight jeans and snug blouse Kate modeled did nothing but confirm her lack of a bra, with her nipples impressing the fabric unbuttoned so scandalously low it showed more than just a hint of her older sister's ample cleavage.

Just the opposite was Allison's terribly loose V-neck gauzy white knit top draping her voluptuous frame and scooping down at the bodice so much so the tops of her abundant ivory tits were visible when she bent at the right angle, which she didn't hesitate to do.

It shouldn't seem odd, but it did, and Kristina couldn't help catching her attentive father's gaze conspicuously riveted to all three ladies' unencumbered breasts jostling beneath their garments in a shameful display of indiscreet male lust, regardless of their familial relationship.

'David's not any better,' she thought as the leering youth openly eyeballed his mother and sisters' unrestrained chests.

Kristina even noticed the impudent lad occasionally cast a wandering side-glance in her direction, with his attention fixated somewhere below her face.

As she thought about it, David's clothing was also equally brief and accommodating in the warm weather, with his tight shorts and sleeveless shirt doing little to obscure his well-defined physique. In one unfortunate peek, his wary aunt was certain she caught a glimpse of the muscular youth's substantial cock embossed against his pants.

'Is he going commando?' Kristina questioned silently, surprised to find her teenage nephew so opening displaying his apparently impressive male attributes with so many women, even his own family, in the house.

'No, I must just be imagining things in my own warped pity party,' the susceptible woman concluded, returning to the joviality of the family get-together while attempting to put aside her sorrow.

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It was about midnight when Grandpa Sam woke with an unfamiliar sensation at his waist.

"Hunhh? I, uh, what? Pixie?" the startled old man gazed in sleepy-eyed wonder down his torso as his hard cock disappeared between the thin stretched lips of his adorable teenage granddaughter Britney.

Britney stared beguilingly back at his surprised reaction, with the top half of her grandpa's expansive pole engulfed by her accommodating mouth as she suckled gently on the tip of his swollen gland.

"Ohhh, dear lord! Pixie, what are you doing?" Sam cried aloud in astonishment, his brain working feverishly to comprehend what the hell was happening, despite knowing perfectly well what the cute youngster was doing.

"I'm sucking your cock, grandpa," Brit said matter-of-factly with a playful tone as she momentarily released his saliva-coated stanchion to reply as if that was easily understood.

"But, uh, why?" the leery old man asked as his angelic granddaughter returned to plying her oval lips around his substantial girth to glaze his cockhead with her saliva.

"You looked like you needed it?" she replied succinctly, removing her heavenly mouth long enough to say the words before returning to the deviant task.

Sucking sumptuously along his rigid shaft, the lovely teen worked her old grandfather's tensing staff for another minute as Sam only stared wide-eyed at what could only be a dream.

"I don't, um, understand," the dumbfounded retired veteran mumbled, while at the same time doing nothing in his befuddled state to stop the incredible blowjob the surprisingly accomplished young lady was imparting.

Now Brit paused more thoughtfully, hoping to bring some sense to the fact she was blowing her grandpa. She sincerely wanted to convey how it was important for him to accept her wonderful mouth enveloping his cock so marvelously in order to open him to the unimaginable possibilities of the new world of incestuous debauchery engulfing the Thornton family.

"Well, we were watching a movie," Brit answered plainly, "and you fell asleep."

To be certain, the family had retired after dinner to the den to watch a superhero movie and relax. Sam wasn't much interested in the film, and the combination of his usual two Scotches and jetlag knocked him out until he was snoring away peacefully in the easy chair by 10:00 p.m.

"Mom said, 'just let him sleep,' before she and everyone went to bed," Brit calmly informed him.

"Anyway, I came down to check on you and found you fitful and dreaming, like you were having a nightmare," she explained in a conversational tone. "I noticed you, well, you had a big lump in your pajamas."

Without a doubt, Sam had crashed in the comfortable chair, pursuing whatever sleep-time fantasy was filling his dreams and causing his substantial cock to go stiff.

In truth, Brit had come downstairs with an ulterior motive and a nasty intent. To that end, the promiscuous soccer star wore only a tiny pink baby doll nightie and that was it.

When she found her grandfather slumbering in the chair with his erection prominently pressing against his light cotton pajama bottoms, it was a simple matter for Brit to flick the button at the top to release the object of her lustful desires.

Popping out at full mast, Sam's stout pole waved invitingly at her sparkling blue eyes.

'Oh wow, what a whopper,' Brit drooled at the sight of Grandpa Sam's admirably large member, never having encountered a cock quite like her grandpa's thick tool, which was undeniably huge.

While it wasn't any longer than David's sizable 8" staff, Sam's swollen meat was fatter than any she'd ever seen. His engorged prick pulsed regularly with his naughty dream to stand tensing upward along his pelvis as she studied it under the solitary light of the chairside floor lamp -- a gnarly veined column of solid cock meat aching for her attention.

Brit couldn't resist, not that she tried.

Drawing her delicate fingertips up the tender urethral tube lining the underside of Sam's broad staff, her touch sent the responsive pole twitching and jerking spastically -- so much so Brit decided to take the warm lance into her hand to steady while it throbbed reflexively with each rush of blood flowing up the shaft to expand the deep purple crown.

'It's pulsing,' the anxious teen marveled at the palpitating cock her encircling hand could barely contain, before gingerly sliding her soft palm along the shaft once or twice to gauge the sheer size of the powerful tool.

Unable to contain her lascivious urge, Brit dipped low to swipe the flat of her moist tongue around the supple surface of her snoring grandfather's wide cockhead, and she was lost.

'I've got to have this,' the entranced teen beauty thought without remorse, convincing herself she was coming to the aid of the needy old man. 'I've got to help grandpa. I've got to relieve the strain of his nightmare.'

Stretching her slender lips as wide as they could go, the daring coed slowly managed to encompass the entire rim of Sam's flared knob, circling her tongue once more over the sensitive skin. Lowering herself down the meaty stalk, the determined girl absorbed four or five inches before realizing it simply wasn't possible to take the entire thing.

'There's no way I can throat grandpa,' she acknowledged with a hint of disappointment. 'His cock is just too fat.'

As accomplished as Brit was at giving head, throating her grandfather's big rod was simply not going to happen.

Still, she did the best she could to encompass the broad crown, licking and swirling her tongue around the sensitive knob and initiating a rhythmic bobbing motion to apply suction on the staunch pole each time she withdrew her straining pink-painted lips to drag along the tensing length.

It was at this moment that her illicit attentions woke her sleeping grandpa to the most remarkable sight he'd ever seen, yet alone imagined. Even his most lurid fantasies, Sam had never considered witnessing his presumably innocent 18-year-old granddaughter's luscious lips gliding up and down his swollen cock shaft.