Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 19:08:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Sweet Jane <bigsweetjane@yahoo.com> Subject: Melissa, Scott & Greg: Part 1 This story contains explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and is not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. Also, it depicts incest and sex with someone who is underage. Let me assure all readers that *those* activities exist only in my dirty mind, happily relegated to the realm of fantasy ONLY. I would never engage in such activities in real life, nor do I encourage anyone else to do so. The story takes place in a fictional universe! Feedback is greatly appreciated, critical or otherwise. Flames will be deleted. Did reading this make you cum? Feel free to write and tell me all about it. That's my favorite feedback of all. :-) Early this summer, my life changed when I walked in on my wife and her brother. Or, I should probably say, walked *out* on them. It was a cliche' straight out of the movies, really - I'd been at work for maybe two hours when I realized that I'd left some important paperwork at home. I shook my head, muttered about my own forgetfulness, then got in my car. Randy guy that I always was, I began daydreaming a little about how I'd like to surprise Melissa, my wife, with a quick afternoon roll in the hay - something she always enjoyed - and by the time I got home, my eight-inch cock was half hard inside my boring khaki slacks. As I rolled up the driveway and opened the garage door, all I could think of was Melissa and her generous body. We were in our early 30's now, and I'd seen her grow from a size 14 to a size 22 in the time we'd been together. I'd always loved curvy women, and my wife was beautiful at any size. In my college days, I'd had my fair share of one-nighters, and until one ill-fated drunken episode with a slender sorority girl, full of sharp hip bones and elbows and surprised "ouch!" sounds every time I tried to fuck her hard, I'd never realized just how much sweeter it really was to grab onto and sink into all that soft flesh. I'd walked into the house through the garage, dropped my keys on the kitchen table, and started toward my office when I realized two things at once: first, Melissa wasn't at the kitchen table on her laptop like she normally was; second, I could hear her voice, and also a much deeper voice, outside on our back patio. I froze, listening. I mean, I didn't hear moaning right away, or this might have been a disaster - I might have gone charging out there, fuming and righteous, and we wouldn't be in the situation we're in now. Instead, I stood in the shadowy kitchen, listened, and crept toward the sliding door that led outside, blocked from view by the still-drawn blinds . . . and when I looked through a crack and saw the man she was talking to, I was relieved. Well, almost. My cock was even harder than before, all worked up from daydreaming in the car, but when I saw Melissa and her brother, Scott, talking and laughing by the pool, I knew I wouldn't be able to bend her over the kitchen counter and pound her silly like I'd wanted to. I don't know why I remained hidden in the kitchen. I could have gone out right then, extending my hand to my brother-in-law, offering early afternoon beers and sticking around for a little while before heading back to the office. But I waited a few more minutes, long enough to watch Melissa and Scott get out of the patio chairs they'd been sitting in and head closer to the pool. They faced each other, and in a quick, familiar gesture, Melissa reached out a hand and squeezed Scott's bulging crotch. I almost couldn't believe what I saw. I mean, they were brother and sister - people didn't do that. But before I had time to give it much thought, I heard Scott gasp loudly . . . and then I saw the front of his light blue jeans turn dark. And darker. And the darkness spread and started to drip onto the concrete of our patio, and it occurred to me that Scott was peeing in his pants. Inside my boring khakis, my thick cock was suddenly much harder and dripping - throbbing, even, pulsing against my briefs in a way it hadn't since I was a teenager. I felt like I could cum just from the way it rubbed against the fabric. I felt like I could saturate myself with cum, wait ten seconds, then get completely hard again and keep going. I was also suddenly conscious of my own need to piss. I'd been drinking water all morning. My wife, for her part, looked thrilled. When Scott seemed to be almost done, she leaned forward and licked the outside of his pants. It was then that I noticed what she was wearing. Melissa loved black, almost everything she owned was that color, and this was no exception. She had on a very short, pleated skirt, which showed her ass when she leaned forward, and a two-sizes-too-small black halter top that barely held onto her huge tits. She stopped licking her brother's pants long enough to undo his jeans as she wiggled and jiggled in her tiny clothes, and when his pants had been pulled to mid-thigh, a pair of pink, lacy, bulging high-cut women's panties were revealed. As Scott began stripping off his shirt, I stopped rubbing my leaking cock, took a deep breath, and headed outside, having long ago stopped consciously thinking anything. At the sound of the door, Melissa and Scott froze - not in terror or anything, but in definite surprise. Their eyes were wide, unsure, for a split second - but when Melissa noticed the obvious wet spot on my pants, the surprise turned into a delighted grin. "Hi Greg," she said. "I guess I don't have to tell you that I didn't expect you home yet. But you look like you're okay with this - am I right?" I nodded stupidly, and Scott started smiling too, if tentatively. "I - I love you, Liss - but I've always been attracted to your brother too," I blurted. Scott pointed at my hardness. "I never would have guessed," he quipped, and we all laughed, the tension broken. He came over to me and placed a hand on my waist. I couldn't help myself - I thrust my hips forward, my bulge meeting his, my dry pants rubbing against his wet ones, and for the first time, I felt the delightful friction of another hard dick sliding against my own. We looked up from this erotic sight at the same time, our faces close - and my brother-in-law leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, licking my tongue with his. Melissa moaned, delighted. "You boys are so sexy," she said. She'd sat back in the comfortable wicker patio chair and had hooked a leg over each armrest. She wore only the tiniest black thong, which she'd easily pushed aside to play with her obviously wet pussy lips and prominent clit. "I've been fantasizing about this forever - my two favorite men finally getting it on," she told us. I smiled, and so did Scott, but I reflected briefly on what she said. Getting it on with her brother. Having sex with another man. Having sex with another man *and* my wife. Committing incest - well, not really, in my case, but *they* certainly were. I was surprised to find that the thought of family fucking seemed to make my poor, throbbing dick even harder - and when Scott reached down to rub and squeeze the front of my pants with his hand, I lost all control and began to drown my briefs in hot cum. I moaned, my balls contracting hard, making my pants sticky inside and out. Melissa actually *squealed,* something rare for her, and brother-in-law fairly purred in my ear. "Mmmm, cum in your pants for me," he whispered. I fired and fired, creaming myself but good, and Scott continued rubbing and encouraging me to keep going. By the time I'd shot at least eight times, maybe even ten, I was breathing hard, my eyes squeezed shut, and I almost lost my balance. "Whoa there!" Scott giggled, and he helped me into a patio chair, which I noticed had been covered in a towel. So were the others. The morning, I guess, was full of surprises. By now, my wife had almost brought herself to orgasm - I could tell by her breathing - but she stopped rubbing herself and licked her own pussy juice from her fingers. Scott lowered himself into the chair opposite after pulling off his pants the rest of the way, his big cock jutting obscenely inside the pink briefs. "Those look familiar," I said, pointing to the satin and lace. "They belong to your wife," he said, still smiling. "Do you like that? I love wearing my sister's lacy panties. Want to feel how soft they are?" My cock stirred again. I couldn't believe it. I didn't get hard, but Not-So-Little Greg was definitely paying attention. I reached over to Scott's lap and lightly rubbed his dick through the shiny material. "We've been doing this for a long time," Melissa confessed. "Scott and me, I mean. We've been having sex since we were . . . hmm, I don't know. I think I was twelve. That would've made Scott . . . what were you, fifteen?" "Fourteen," Scott answered, as I continued to feel him up. "I was a freshman, remember? And I walked in on you getting yourself off in your bedroom." "Riiight," said Melissa, smiling at the memory. "Of course I remember *that.* You came home early from school 'cause you'd skipped band practice. I thought nobody was home, so I left the door open . . ." "And we just couldn't keep our hands off each other," Scott continued. He squirted a little pee into my hand, and I smiled. "I mean, it's not like I didn't know she was my sister, but she was just so . . ." "Fucking gorgeous?" I finished. He nodded, and Melissa gave him a fond look. "She is," I confirmed. "Believe me, I know." "And as you can see," said Melissa, pointing toward Scott's still wet undies, "we discovered a lot of things together. And all this time, I've never told you. I mean, how do you bring that up? 'Hey baby, it's really great being your wife, but just so you know, my brother and I like to pee on each other and dress him up like a girl and have sex'?" I nodded. "Yeah, I see your point - and his," I said, pointing at Scott's panties and giggling. We all laughed again. "Hey, c'mon, if everyone's going to be pointing at my cock, the least you can do is play with it!" Melissa, still laughing, got up and went to her brother, then gave his balls a light squeeze as I continued to rub him some more. "Get up and come with me, guys," she said, and walked away toward the other end of our patio. Laid out on the other side of the pool was a large air mattress, all inflated and ready. Clearly they'd spent time planning the day. Normally Scott would have been at work, and Melissa would have been at her computer, writing, as I said - but instead, they were frolicking around the pool like a couple of horny kids, excited, playful, having fun doing everything they possibly could with the few hours they'd thought they had. I was suddenly grateful for the tall privacy wall around our property, shielding us from the neighbors' view. I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it off, tossing it on the patio, but I kept my squishy pants on, loving the feeling of my once again hardening dick rubbing around in all that wet cum. Scott laid down on the mattress, facing up, his cock still pitching a serious tent in those ridiculous and somehow sexy lacy underwear. He's a pretty big guy - a little taller than I, and I'm over six feet. He's kind of chubby, with shaggy brown hair, a goatee, and a bit of a beer gut, and he has a hairy chest and legs, giving him an overall teddy bear effect. In contrast, I have short black hair and am otherwise almost smooth all over, except for light leg hair and my dark pubic bush. I'd always been called "sinewy" - thin but not bony, with definition in my arms and legs from regular exercise. Melissa, not bothering to take off her clothes, straddled Scott easily. She's tall, about five foot eight, and is just a person of serious substance. Her long, wavy brown hair fell over her face as she leaned forward and ground her pussy against her brother's dick, her thong still pushed obscenely out of place, her pink lips glistening in the sun. She raised herself up after a little while, and with her pussy still right above Scott's cock, she went still and started to piss. I'd never seen my wife pee. Although I'd had kinky fantasies all my life, I'd been reluctant to tell her about them, and our sex life had been satisfying but utterly vanilla up until this point. I still get hard picturing this moment, and I'm here to tell you that I'd never seen anything more erotic. Her pee gushed out in a torrent, having apparently been building for quite a while, and it saturated Scott's panties, making them semi-transparent. I could see the outline of his dick head, a large mushroom, pulsing against the wet material. He moaned ecstatically and writhed under my wife, getting excited as her hot urine soaked him so thoroughly. My wife looked at me when she was finished. "Why don't you come over here and join us?" she asked, patting the air mattress. I walked over and settled carefully down, not wanting to bounce anyone onto the concrete. My brother-in-law reached down to peel his adorable panties off as my wife spread her legs more to accomodate him, and when this was done, she lowered her pussy onto his bare, hard cock. I moaned. My dick was just as hard as it had been not fifteen minutes before. I took Scott's panties (as I'd been thinking of them, even though they were really Melissa's) and held them up to my face. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and took a lick. Then a bigger lick. Then a suck. Lord help me, I was sucking on my own brother-in-law's panties, tasting his salty piss and pre-cum, rubbing my dick through my pants, and watching him vigorously fuck my wife. I lost control then - just lost it. Panties jammed in my mouth, I knelt behind my wife, also straddling Scott's leg's. I grabbed her tits with both hands, eliciting a moan, and began grinding into her ass. The need to take a huge leak had built up in my bladder since we'd started our fun and games, and even through my hard cock, I began pissing involuntarily. My khakis, and my briefs beneath, became first damp, then saturated and warm as I emptied myself. I let go of Melissa's magnificent bouncing tits and frantically fumbled at my button and zipper. I managed to loosen them just enough to free my dick, which I aimed right at the base of Scott's cock where it disappeared into his sister. I peed as hard as I could, forcing the stream out, making it splash against his balls and her pussy and ass. Pulling my pants down past my ass, I leaned forward and pushed my cock against my wife's open asshole. We'd fucked anally many times, so she was used to the act and really enjoyed it, but to my knowledge, she'd never been double-pronged. The pee helped lubricate my entrance, and as the head popped in and Melissa squealed - the second time in one day, she must be loving this, I thought - I remembered just how tight she was. I slid farther and farther in, relishing the sensation of Scott's dick against my own, separated only by a thin membrane. I reached forward and pinched one of Scott's nipples for a split second before really plunging into my wife and beginning to fuck her, finding the right rhythm and making her cum instantly. Her pussy and ass contracted wildly, squeezing both dicks inside her, and my brother-in-law finally gasped out that he was about to cum. I fucked faster. My wife was still pulsing around my cock, and I actually felt her brother's dick start to twitch as his balls pulled in. As he grunted in orgasm, I pictured his huge load squirting inside Melissa, his dick pumping right beneath my own, and I lost it too, painting the inside of Melissa's sweet ass, all of us thrusting and rubbing and pulsing ecstatically as our orgasms overtook us. Our movements gradually slowed, cocks popped out of holes, and we all collapsed on the airbed. Still out of breath, I grabbed Scott's head and shoved my tongue into his mouth. "You just came in your sister," I said, and he smiled as I cupped his balls. I settled behind Melissa then, and she backed into me, spooning. I reached around her hips and dipped my fingers between her legs. Her pussy, ass, and thighs were extremely slick, messy with our combined piss and cum. I rubbed her clit for a few seconds, making her moan lightly, then brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked on them. A couple feet away, Scott took his wilting dick in his hand, lazily aimed it toward us, and began to pee on his still-clothed sister, soaking her outfit and wetting the bed.