Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2010 20:46:20 -0400
From: Mack Mack <mack1137@gmail.com>
Subject: A Sexy Boy Sailor 6

A SEXY BOY SAILOR 6
By Mack1137@gmail.com and VicD2116@gmail.com.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Story Codes: inc, cons, bro, sis, fath, dau, son, exhib, voy, bi, oral,
doct, mother, mf, Mf, mult, cous, preg, Fm, nud

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STORY SUMMARY

At the urging of his sister-in-law Nancy Reid, Jon Bridges sets about
making new memories for his young teenage kids after they have lost their
grandparents and mother in a six month period. Nancy encourages Jon to buy
the sailboat of his dreams and take his 12 year old son Dylan on a sailing
odyssey down the East Coast starting at Annapolis. It will be just the two
of them.

The sailing trip begins a period of intense father son bonding and sexual
discovery for 12 year old Dylan. Father and son discover that they cannot
keep their hands off of each other. Over several chapters Dylan learns
about his father and Uncle Casey's journey of sexual discovery when they
were his age.

Nancy has offered to bring her 13 year old niece Vickie on a 3 week
vacation to Maine with her 14 year old twins Robbie and Allison. Vickie
spends time with her two gorgeous cousins. Both Allison and Robbie are
intensely attracted to their beautiful younger cousin.

The trip to Maine was an amazing sexual odyssey for the Bridges. It
resulted in Jon taking the virginity of both children. The Reids are
preparing for the journey to the Caribbean and are considering the larger
implications. Jon and his children developed a special bond and they felt
the need for some time alone as a family. They set sail for a leisurely
trip down the New England coast with days of fun and sun and nights of
wanton exploration. Jon and Casey's families are faced with some huge life
changing decisions.

Enjoy Sexy Boy Sailor 6!


As always, if you are not supposed to be reading this story... then please
don't... please practice safe sex.

This story is a total fantasy. Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to
write me. Your encouragement, ideas, fantasies and personal experiences are
very much appreciated. Your thoughts and ideas are always welcome at
mack1137@gmail.com.


A Sexy Boy Sailor
CHARACTERS
Jon Bridges 31
Dylan Bridges 12
Victoria Bridges 13

Dr. Casey Reid 31
Nancy Reid 32
Robbie Reid 14 (Twin)
Allison Reid 14 (Twin)
A SEXY BOY SAILOR 6

THE BRIDGES FAMILY SAILS SOUTH

The winds proved favorable on each of the five days of their journey. But
if Jon Bridges were to rank his good fortune, the pleasant New England
breezes that evening would scarcely make the top ten.

He still wore his sunglasses, though the sun was far past its apex. Jon
watched his two children, his reason for living, scamper to and fro on the
sailboat. Dylan had only been sailing two weeks and this was Vicki's first
boat trip, but they both showed a natural affinity and picked up the basics
with a joyful gusto. Indeed, they picked up a lot of things lately and Jon
smiled at their youthful enthusiasm. Little t-shirts and shorts were
reduced to just little t-shirts as their trip progressed. Jon's pleas about
UV exposure only led to a fun morning slathering sunscreen on each other's
bare butts. Youthful enthusiasms, he thought with a faint smile.

It was the last week in August. By all accounts, Vicki should be starting
seventh grade and Dylan sixth. But instead of reading syllabi and learning
locker combinations, they were sailing leisurely into Long Island Sound. A
strong look of concern failed to cross his face. After all, they were both
bright and conscientious kids. With the sudden passing of their mother,
they were entitled to take some time off. One month sailing down the coast,
a few intriguing weeks in the Caribbean, they would be back in classes in
time to catch up. He had taken the whole semester off from the University
when Christine had taken ill and wasn't expected back until January of next
year. Somehow, the education establishment and the rest of the work-a-day
world would have to make do without them for a while.

Shouting over the main sail flapping in the wind, Dylan explained the
channel marker system to Vicki. It was like he'd been sailing for
years. Someday that boy would be a professor just like his father, Jon
thought. Assuming of course, he could put his nose in a book now and again
instead of just between his sister's legs. He laughed out loud and the kids
just looked at him puzzled. He waved them off.

Jon kept the bow into the wind and reviewed the next set of coordinates on
the GPS. In an hour or so they would find a place to anchor for the
night. They could eat and turn in early. In the morning, they would reach
the marina in Barnegat Bay and stop to resupply, he reasoned. It would be a
nice treat for the kids to visit the boardwalk and the rides at Seaside
Heights. With school starting up, it wouldn't even be crowded.

His little professor continued to lecture on sail mechanics. Vicki reached
out to grab his penis and it sprang to its full 4" instantly. Youthful
enthusiasm, Jon thought. We're going to need to find their shorts before
tomorrow...



After dinner, they risked a quick dip in the waters of the Sound. It was
late summer, but the temperature was still a bit brisk. Something else to
look forward to in the Bahamas, Jon thought. The kids will grow gills from
all the time they spend in the water.

They toweled off and retired to the stern of the boat and the bed in the
Master Cabin. It had been an exhausting, full day of sailing and the cabin
was very warm and cozy. The kids seemed raring to go. Kneeling face to
face, they kissed deeply up on the bed. Of the dozens of times that Jon had
witnessed his children being intimate, it still powerfully aroused him and
he stroked his 7" erection as he watched. Their identical golden hair was
still damp from their swim. Dylan held his sister as their tongues
feverishly worked. Only a year apart, they really could be mistaken for
twins, Jon thought wantonly stroking himself.

Dylan was still a year or perhaps two from puberty, but his lovemaking was
very enthusiastic. As they kissed, he raised one hand to her nipple and
tweaked it firmly between two fingers. Vicki moaned and melted under her
little brother's touch. He eased her down on the bed and began to kiss down
her neck and her shoulders. She squealed and giggled suddenly. They had
discovered 'hickeys' on the second day and her brother had just given her
another one. Smiling, the naughty blond boy kissed lower and stopped at her
nipple. He teased it, grazing it with only the very tip of his little pink
tongue. Vicki closed her eyes. She arched her back to meet him, smiling in
contentment.

The 12 year old began to kiss lower and lingered at her navel, licking and
smiling up at his father's watching eyes. The boy kneeled between Vicki's
spread legs and suddenly took hold of both her hands. He slipped on top of
Vicki stretching her arms over her head and smiled down at her face mere
inches away. She looked into his twinkling blue eyes with lust and raised
her lips to meet his. He backed away teasingly just out of reach, his gaze
never leaving hers. She tried to rear up and kiss him again, but he held
her arms fast to the bed and she couldn't reach. Vicki stuck out her lower
lip in a pout and they giggled. It was cut short when Dylan kissed her
suddenly and then began kissing down her beautiful neck again.

He got as far as her little bellybutton and stopped to meet her gaze before
continuing to kiss lower. He paused, his face over Vicki's adorable and
nearly hairless snatch and just breathed deeply. It was heaven for him, but
torture for her as she waited for the next caress. Her clit was already
stiff as he lowered his mouth and lapped it. She panted and looked at him
with some urgency. He lapped it again and then settled into slow, even
tongue strokes. Jon watched, rearing up on his knees to get a better view
of his son at work.

-Ooohh, Dylan, she moaned, right there! Keep right there! She bit her lower
lip as he worked. Steady and even, just how she liked it, he
continued. Dylan's body lay out between her legs and he humped at the bed
as he tongued her. Vicki lay gently rubbing her nipples and sighing as her
brother did his magic. Oh, if he could only be there to do this every
night, her life would be complete...

After a luxurious time between her legs, he reared up and stretched his
arms, bones popping. Spreading her legs further, he began rubbing the tip
of his boner against her clit. He had seen his father do this to her and it
seemed to really get her juices flowing. She moaned at the gentle caresses.

Jon was overcome with lust and settled both knees on either side of Vicki's
head as he watched his boy. She moaned and batted his full balls with her
tongue. The scent of her father's cock drove her wild. Jon and his son
shared a lascivious grin as he lowered himself, grinding his balls into his
daughter's face. Dylan rubbed his cockhead harder into her clit. He was
close to cumming himself, but he wasn't going to penetrate her. No, not
until she begged...

-Fuck me, Dylan, she cried plaintively. Fuck me! She couldn't see the boy,
trapped as she was beneath her dad's pendulous sack, but he just kept
stroking her. Her lust grew and her hips ground against his touches. He
made no move to penetrate her, but met his dad's gaze and tilted his head
slyly.

-Go on, Dylan, Jon said. She wants it bad. But the boy just grinned and
kept teasing her.

Vicki felt a climax coming on. Unbelievable! He wasn't even inside her! She
fought it for as long as she could, but surrendered. She screamed out and
pounded a little tattoo on the bed with her fists. It was all too much. She
strained her tongue out licking furiously up on the sensitive skin behind
her father's nuts. He moaned in ecstasy along with her.

-Put it in, Dylan, she panted! She was riding a peak and his touches were
unrelenting.

-Put it...

Without a word, he sank it in to the hilt. Vicki's pussy was soaked and she
screamed out in pleasure.

-OH, YEESSSSSSS, DYLAN! YESSSSSS!

He giggled, the little stud giggled as he pounded into her and their father
was overcome. His cum rose and he froze in place savoring the moment. Vicki
felt her dad tense and jammed her pink tongue up his butt. She didn't need
to hear her father shout out. She could feel his cock pulsing from between
his legs. When the cum started flying, she felt each spurt as it landed on
her belly, a little tickle that puddled and ran off her skin as her brother
pounded her. She had her second orgasm of the night, this time squirting
over Dylan's boner as he rode her.

If Dylan hadn't already cum four times that day, he would never have been
able to hold out for this long. But his strokes increased in urgency. He
was close. He cock stiffened inside her and began to pulse.

Back home, he had seen a few pornos online. The guys always pulled out and
shot on the girl's face or tits. But his father corrected him after the
first few times he did this with his sister. No, he should always cum
inside her. Oh, it felt so good to pump his clear seed right up in his
sister. Jet after jet roped up in her womb as he convulsed on top of her.

-Good boy, his father said and clearly meant it. He withdrew to the foot of
the bed to watch his children in their post-coital embrace.

His son continued pumping slowly as they kissed, enjoying the sensation of
full skin contact with their dad's slick seed and their own sweat oozing
between them. Then they both turned to face him, cheek to cheek on the
bed. The beautiful siblings flashed near identical smiles at him and his
deflating penis jumped twice at the sight. Oh, if only their mother could
see them right now, he thought.



After they toweled off and watched the sun set on deck, Jon permitted them
each one beer. No more, though. He was still their father and they were
under aged. The Bridges enjoyed a quiet moment together with the lapping
waves and the last streaks of sunlight before heading back below deck to
turn in.

-Dad? Dylan asked. Why are people so hung up about incest? I mean, it's
like really fun and all so why the big secret?

The three snuggled together in the Master Cabin bed while Jon thought about
the question.

-Yeah, Vicki added. You said that mom used to sleep with Uncle Casey all
the time when they were our age, but you never told us until now. All this
time with Dylan, like, sleeping across the hall, we could have been fucking
every night. The kids broke into giggles at the thought. Jon just smiled in
the dark cabin.

-First off, he began, that's the end of the beer. You two are lightweights
and get too giggly! A chorus of protests broke out, but he soldiered on.

-And second, your mom and her brother were a year older than the two of you
and had already hit puberty. Their hormones were in high gear...

They countered that this wasn't much of a difference and he had to agree
that they had a point.

-Incest is a secret, he said finally, because a lot of people fear it. If
we had talked about it together and you had - say - said something in
school, we could have been in a lot of trouble. Intently, the kids
listened.

-Sex inside your family is a very powerful thing. It can be beautiful and
pleasurable like our nights together, but it can also be destructive too,
if people aren't careful. It's like playing with matches...

-What are they... umm... afraid of? Vicki asked.

-Well, Genetics are one thing, Jon said. If you both had small genetic
abnormalities and then got married and had a child with each other, the
baby would be at greater risk. This is actually the thrust of your Uncle
Casey's lab work, finding and insuring that your children would be
healthy. The chances are actually pretty small that there would be a
problem and, if your Uncle's test screening is any indication, wouldn't
affect us at all anyway. We could breed with each other all we wanted...

-Awesome! Dylan shouted laughing and Vicki tugged at her father's
penis. His cautionary speech wasn't having the desired effect.

-What I'm trying to tell you, he said, is that while the physical effects
can be minimal, the psychological effects are much more challenging to
overcome. Do you see why that would be? The kids stilled.

-You mean like we'd stay in the house fucking all day and forget to eat?
Vickie asked.

-Not exactly, sweetheart, Jon said and smiled at the mental picture she
painted. No, I mean that you both are still young and
impressionable. Imagine that I was not a nice father. Imagine that I wanted
you - Vicki - for my own. Dylan would then be my rival for your affections,
dear. Instead of me loving him and helping to raise him and teach him how
to be man, a mean father would just throw him out of the house and keep you
for himself. Do you understand what I'm saying? They thought they did.

-So what I need you to understand is that I would never do anything to hurt
either of you. I love you both. If you ever felt that I was asking you to
do something you didn't want to do, you could just say no...

-Daddy, Vicki said in all earnestness, I want you to fuck me forever. I
don't want you to ever stop!

-Me too, Dylan said propping himself up on one elbow, you can fuck us both
for like a million, billion years!!

Jon kissed them both deeply, first his daughter then his son. They had been
through a terrible ordeal these last few months, but now, rocking in the
gentle waves of the Sound, he felt he was the luckiest man on Earth. Words
couldn't even describe it.



BETTER LIVING THROUGH BIOCHEMISTRY

-Phenylketonuria (PKU)... Klinefelter Syndrome... Galactosemia... Alpha-1
antitrypsin deficiency...

Dr. Casey Reid ran down the list in measured tones for the participants on
the video conference. Dr. Amy Taylor in the Bahamas took careful notes and
smiled inwardly at his thoroughness. It had been her decision to reach out
to Casey in the first place. Her faith in him was well founded.

-Pachyonychia Congentia... Huntington's Disease... Smith-Lemli-Optiz
Syndrome (SLOS)...

The Reverend Colby drummed his fingers as followed along, his eyes tight
slits.

-Down Syndrome, Turner Syndrome, Williams Syndrome, Cri-du-Chat Syndrome...

-Cri du What? Jacob Jackson interrupted. He was a clinical psychologist,
but that one was new to him.

-CHAT, Casey said evenly. It's French for "cry of the cat" referring to the
distinctive cry of children with the disorder. As with the others in this
series, entire chromosomes, or large segments of them, are missing,
duplicated, or otherwise altered leading to illness. There are 119 others
that the screening kit will test for and I can email you the specifics
after our meeting.

-Thank you, Dr. Amy said. She crossed her dazzling legs in her short
business skirt and the men in the room ogled openly.

-It's comforting to know that you can screen out all of those illnesses
from a simple cheek swab. I did base level blood tests on most of the
islanders when we planned our Insemination Celebration, but nothing this
comprehensive.

-But your plan to keep breeding patterns broad mitigated the risks
significantly, Casey noted smiling. I understand that you set a ceiling of
25% on inbred neonates?

-Yes, there are only three consanguine breedings scheduled, Amy said
referring to her spreadsheet, one sibling pair, one pair of fraternal twins
and one randomized set. The first sibling pair is actually Jacob's children
Cayden (12) and Lily (10)...

-And you hormonally induced precocious puberty in the ten year old? Why did
you go with such a radical treatment option?

-Oh, Jacob said smiling, actually both my children took the shot. Why? They
both really wanted a baby and didn't want to wait. My wife and I approved
at once. Dr. Casey stared into the monitor without blinking. His eyes
looked huge behind his glasses. Clearly, that answer was a surprise to him.

-really... wanted... a baby, Casey repeated in wonder.

-The fraternal twins, Amy continued with glasses perched on the end of her
nose, are Tyler and Jessica Swenson who are both 15. This will be a first
child for both of them. The randomized pairing, I believe I mentioned
earlier, will be myself and either my husband Ted or one of my two sons
Will (13) or Thomas (11). Will had just started puberty, but we opted for
the hormone boosters for both of them so that they would have optimal
secondary sex characteristics for the breeding. I plan to run a post-natal
pedigree analysis since the inbreeding coefficient F would vary from 0.00
to 6.04...

-Amy that's staggering, Casey said. If you go through with this you will be
risking a two in three chance of a mother-son fertilization. That's severe
inbreeding...

-I know, Amy said grinning, and I like those odds! I'm wet right now just
thinking about it. Are you having second thoughts, Dr. Reid?

-Uh, no, Casey said in a small voice. Honestly, you could hammer nails with
my cock I'm so hard right now. Good grief! The work you people are doing is
positively groundbreaking... Dr. Casey Reid removed his glasses and rubbed
his eyes pensively. The Islanders were amused to see his hands quiver
slightly.

-I'm going to need to get on site and begin family interviews as soon as
possible, Casey continued. By way of biography, I had begun sexual
relations with my late sister Christine when we were pre-puberty. He raised
his coffee mug to his lips, realized he already finished it and put it down
again distractedly. We were open with our spouses about it, but never
considered how truly widespread the activity was until fairly
recently. With no prompting from my wife or me, our twins Robbie and
Allison began sexual play... with each other... We really had no cause to
stop them... Nancy and I only insured that Allie was taking progestin birth
control pills after she started menses... Once we minimized the risk of
pregnancy, he paused and pursed his lips before continuing, we
both... began to... engage in light sexual play with the children...

-And then light turned heavy, yes? Reverend Colby offered with a smile.

-And heavy lead to heavy and frequent, Jacob added. The group in Ted's
island office laughed heartily.

-Yes! Casey said in dawning wonder, I was balls deep in my daughter not ten
minutes before this call. He joined in their laughter, thrilled at the
chance to discuss his family secrets openly with others.

-But, we only recently considered actual pregnancy. My little Allie has
stopped taking the pill and is eager to start a family of her own. It's a
very difficult decision for a young person, which is why I am so intrigued
by your experiences on the island. If... If she could raise the child in a
supportive environment...

-Well, we were hoping that you and your family would consider relocating
here permanently, Amy said. You would get all the emotional support you
could ever want and would be a valuable asset to our community. We were
especially interested to hear that your brother-in-law Jon is an adjunct
professor of education. With the Insemination Celebration coming up, we're
expecting a big baby boom here and could use someone... sympathetic to our
values... to help set up a proper school for them. Is Mr. Bridges still
interested in visiting as well?

-Last time I spoke with him, yes, he was just as thrilled as we were to
find out about this wonderful Shangri-La you've built. He's taking a
leisurely carnal cruise down with his kids and expects to arrive in several
weeks.

-If you speak to him, Amy said, please convey that we would gladly send a
plane, if he would be willing to forgo the rest of his sailing trip and
make it down in time for the festival. It's his choice of course, but we're
always looking to broaden our genetic pool, Doctor, and once the Breeder
girls hit peak fertility, the DNA will be flying...

They all smiled warmly at each other.

-One last question before we break, Casey said. TransGen, my biotech firm
here in Camden can run effectively for a while without me, but I'm going to
have to tell my partners something about the reason for my absence. If they
knew that it would speed along the clinical trials for our testing kits by
two years, they would be very amenable. But, I don't want to betray your
confidence. Would you allow me to share some of your information with my
associate Rod Carter? He would be my liaison while I'm on the island.

-We trust your judgment, Amy said. Please let us know when your family is
ready to be picked up.



The video link went black and Casey watched his own reflection in the dark
monitor. These people were even now storming the castle gate of the incest
taboo. If his equipment proved effective, it could be a battering ram in
their hands to smash the whole edifice down. This had global implications,
he realized. In the early 21st century, the last great sexual prohibition
would fall.

He felt a soft touch on his shoulder. It was his daughter Allie checking in
on him. He didn't know how long she had been standing there, but he took
her hand in his and squeezed gently. He turned and told her to round up her
brother and their mom. He had two quick phone calls to make - one to Jon
Bridges and one to his partner Rod Carter - and then they were going to
have a big family meeting...



BACK IN CIVILIZATION

Jon Reid paced on the dock in Seaside Heights, New Jersey talking into his
cell phone. It was a breezy morning and the kids couldn't quite hear him
over the hubbub at the marina and the ever present gulls. They continued
stowing their gear for their day on shore.

Finishing his call, he surveyed the teens with a lopsided grin.

-That was your Uncle Casey, he said. Well, the bad news is that we'll have
to cut our sailing trip short. The kids were stunned.

-The good news is that we're going to see your cousins again and much
sooner than expected. Your Uncle seems convinced that we need to head down
the Caribbean immediately and from what he's told me, I'd have to agree.

Dylan and Vicki were a bit hesitant about the trip to the Island and their
skepticism showed in their faces. Their father asked them what was wrong,
but they said nothing, shifting and looking at their hands.

-Let me guess, Jon said, you two are getting pretty attached to your little
date nights in the Master Cabin. Are you worried that these strangers are
going to somehow mess that up for you? They both nodded yes, but kept their
faces lowered.

Jon hugged the two of them in his arms. He explained that the people on the
island weren't out to ruin their good time. In fact, they would do
everything they could to promote it. Vicki made him promise that if after
one week they didn't like it or thought it was weird that they could leave
and head back to Durham. Jon held his frowning daughter out at arm's length
and solemnly promised that, if they didn't enjoy themselves thoroughly,
they would be on the first plane out.

In a year's time, they would look back on that sober talk at the marina and
laugh and laugh and laugh.

-They are sending a plane for us tomorrow morning at Atlantic City
airport. I'll need to talk with the marina about keeping the boat for us
until we return. Rather than sit around moping, why don't I give you both
some cash and you can take a taxi to the boardwalk. It's going to be a nice
day and they have rides and attractions there. I can catch up with you when
I'm done. It can be a private date for just the two of you lovebirds. He
ruffled Dylan's hair and managed to get a smile out of the two of them.

-After we have a nice dinner, it'll be up to you both. We can find a nice
hotel somewhere or we can spend one last night on the sailboat.

-The Boat!! they said in unison and Dylan planted a big kiss on his sister.

Armed with a phone and a sizable stack of twenties, they waved good bye and
jumped into a taxi. Jon had his own doubts about the next few weeks and
hoped he was doing the right thing as they drove off. His late wife always
teased him that he planned everything to a fault. Well,
"Mr. No-Spontaneity" was making a huge leap now. He just hoped it was the
right one as he entered the manager's office.



The taxi driver was an older, white-haired gentleman. He judged the Bridges
to be decent kids and made small talk with them as they got on the
highway. What he didn't see was that Vicki had fished out her brother's 4"
boy boner and was stroking it as they chatted.

Dylan's heart was beating out of his chest at his sister's audacity, but he
grinned as she slowly jacked him. Behind the driver, he slouched back to
give her better access.

-So, an elevator inspector before you retired, huh? Vicki nodded along
feigning interest while she cupped her baby brother's bare nut sack. He
wanted to kiss her so badly, but they had to maintain the illusion from the
waist up.

She risked a glance down in Dylan's lap and couldn't believe how hard he
was. This was really turning him on. She kept up her firm even strokes just
the way he liked it and kept up her desultory end of the conversation.

-Where's the cell phone? she said suddenly and Dylan looked at her
quizzically. Oh, THERE it is, you dropped it on the floor. We'd be in big
trouble if we left it in the cab. She crouched down and with one quick pull
tugged her brother's shorts down to his ankles. He scrambled to catch them,
but she held him back with a hand on his chest.

-I got it Dylan, sit back... and relax. The twelve year old shook with
sexual excitement as he sat completely exposed. He was mere inches from the
driver, but more so anyone driving past would see him. She began jacking
him again and clear fluid began to seep from his cockhead. He took a
shuddering breath and locked eyes with Vicki. She smiled evenly back at him
and kept chatting with the driver.

-So how many elevators are in this town anyway? She rubbed his boner right
at the base, which drove him crazy. His penis was so hot in her hand. He
really loved to show off, she thought and stored that information for
later.

She stopped stroking him and pulled his knees wider apart. It took a moment
for Dylan to realize what she wanted and his terror and lust both ratcheted
up even higher. His head darted to survey the passing traffic. His head
shook a silent 'no' to Vicki, but she kept pulling his legs apart. It was
dangerous but also terribly exciting, so he relented. Her smile broadened
as he spread his legs as wide as the seat allowed and lifted his butt off
the seat. His boner was now in full view of anyone who looked in. She went
back to stroking him this time with some urgency. He struggled to keep
composure.

His semen rose and he pushed her hand away he didn't want to cum in the
taxi. But Vicki wouldn't relent. She ran her fingers lightly over his bare
thigh and then plunged in again.

-Ooohh... uuuhh... he moaned and twisted in the seat and began to shoot his
sweet, clear boy cum on the vinyl seat back and all over his sister's
hand. Vicki laughed and began mock coughing to cover the noise he was
making.

-(Cough! cough! cough!) I've got something in my throat! (cough!) She
deftly bent and slurped the last few spurts from his cock. He moaned as she
swirled her tongue over the sensitive head. Vicki straightened up smiling
serenely as if nothing had happened. Dylan panted and his nerves thrummed
like a high-wire. He was really impressed by her composure. His sister was
really the coolest.

She fished some napkins out of her little purse and wiped off his still
rigid dick and the seat and managed to keep her voice cool and
disinterested.

-No, this is our first trip to the Seaside Boardwalk. Is there a lot to do?
Dylan made to hike up his shorts, but she held him back with her hand
smiling. A minivan drove by and she wiggled his glistening erection at
them. If they saw, they did nothing about it. She inhaled deeply, enjoying
the bright sunny day.

When they arrived, Dylan had bare moments to pull up his shorts while the
driver printed out a receipt for them. What nice, well-behaved kids, he
thought and good tippers too. They waved to him as they skipped up to the
ramp to the elevated wooden thoroughfare and he waved back. He wouldn't
find all the wadded, damp napkins until much later that day.

-Vicki, Dylan whispered to her. I can't... I can't just run around
here... ummm... smelling like a cum factory... where can we hide out until
Dad gets back?

-Sometimes I wonder if you're really my brother, she said and kissed him
deeply. Now, come on, no one's going to smell anything. It's my treat. She
ran ahead to the salt water taffy concession and he had to laugh as he
bounded after her into the cloud of salty steam that wafted out. She really
was smart sometimes.



Their day together was one of the happiest that either of them had ever
known. Their trials of the past few months seemed to fade behind them as
they walked arm in arm through the colorful beach crowds. Dylan tried his
luck at the ring toss and at a shooting gallery, but found he had the most
luck with a basketball toss game. Three tosses went through net and earned
him a decent-sized, stuffed bear. Dad had been right, Dylan thought, this
was just like a date. He presented the bear to his sister and she was
overcome with emotion for her cute, little brother.

-Aw, Vinnie look, a woman said smiling. She wore a bikini and sported
implausible breast implants. She punched her boyfriend right in his
steroid-pumped arm. -Why don't you ever win anything for me, ya mook!

Vicki giggled and took Dylan in her arms and kissed him deeply. It felt so
wonderful to be affectionate like this out and in the open. She looked
deeply into his eyes, arms on his shoulders and wondered if her Dad hadn't
been right, maybe they should give Incest Island a chance. Three Latino
girls waved their hands in the universal "he's hot" signal as they passed
by.

They were right, of course, so she kissed her brother again.



THE REIDS DISCUSS STAMENS & PISTILS

-What's up, dad? Robbie asked. Is something wrong with the Island trip?

Casey looked at their faces and told them that - on the contrary -
everything was very, very right. He explained that they would be packing
that very night for an extended stay on the island and that they would be
picking up Jon, Vicki and Dylan on the way down. The kids were certainly
excited by the news. Introducing their cousins to sex had definitely been
the high-point of the summer.

Casey went on to talk in general terms about his research and what it meant
for the people on the Island and what it might mean for people around the
world. He struggled, but words failed him. The enormity of societal change
he envisioned was simply too grand to articulate. His family looked on
sympathetically as he talked. He spoke about the orgies planned for next
week once the Island Breeder girls had reached peak fertility and how
important it was that they all be down there to witness this historic
event.

He spoke about Dr. Amy his new colleague on island and her part in the
Celebration. His speech gradually became more excited and staccato as he
related her plan to mate with all of the men in her family. His face lit up
that one of her sons would likely father her next child. Staring into the
middle distance, lost in his pleasant thoughts of concurrent genomes and
geysers of incestuous semen, Nancy watched him enchanted. The stress of his
work these past few years seemed wiped clear away. She realized that she
was staring into the face of the same bright, young teen she fell head over
heels for those many years ago. His joy was infectious. Turning to her
children, she saw they were also grinning ear to ear. Of course, they were
mostly responding to dad's pounding erection which threatened to burse out
of his slacks at any moment.

He seemed to come to some internal conclusion, nodded and continued his
impassioned summary of events on the island. The Taylor family's choice to
engage in severe incest was not rare in their beautiful little social
experiment. It was almost commonplace. He ticked off examples: gorgeous
Christie Miller and her son Zach, the Reverend Colby and his teenage
daughter Carrie, Maryanne Smith and her father Jim. He paused before
admitting that these were only from the handful of people he had talked
with on their video conferences.

-These people are not just talking about it, he said in an awed whisper,
they're really doing it. It's a conscious effort to take their family love
to the most extreme and... and... formally unspeakable levels. Allie? He
turned and met teenage daughter's gaze steadily. You were the one who broke
down the barriers for our family. You were the first to suggest actual
pregnancy. What I want to discuss today as a family is what we all really
want to do about this. By tomorrow afternoon, we'll be thrown into the
maelstrom, so I want to discuss this now - rationally and calmly - and see
what everyone thinks.

 -You mean pregnancy? Robbie asked coolly. Family pregnancy?

-Wow, Allie giggled. I already said I'd be up for that. What...

-No, Nancy said, her lips turned up in a growing smile. He means more than
that. Casey held his palms up plaintively and said nothing.

-Well, of course, Allie said, I'd love to have a baby with Dad. She crossed
her arms lifting her breasts provocatively in her t-shirt. Casey's eyes
never left her erect nipples under the thin cloth.

-He thinks, Robbie said smiling and tilting his head, that he might
inseminate you Allie and I could inseminate mom. It's like stamens and
pistils, he wants to try "cross-pollination," right Dad?

Casey's eyes lit up now that the thought was out in the open. His son's
view of genetics was blinkered, but he had the basics right.

- Yes, he said, Cross... cross-pollination... It's radical, but the tests
say that we are free to do it from a physical perspective. Now, if anyone
is uncomfortable with the idea, then I don't care what the tests say...

Robbie stood smiling and quickly thumbed down his board shorts, sporting a
painfully hard erection. His boner was almost 6" and pointing straight up
at the ceiling. He looked at his mom with raised eyebrows.

-Let's do it, Nancy said standing. Her son Robbie took her hand and spun
her like a dancer against him. Such a dashing young man, she thought as
they laughed.

-Well, certainly everyone seems amenable, but it's a large step and as a
family we'll be going through some seismic changes in the next few weeks
and...

-Oh, dad, Allie said standing and then dropping seductively to her knees
before her father's chair, it's settled and... ummmm... we better get a
jump on the inseminations. If those orgies are as big as you say, then we
need to get a head start before we leave.

He leaned forward to kiss her and nodded his agreement. They had less than
twenty-four hours before they had to leave for the Island.

The stampede for the Master Bedroom was nothing short of comical.



Later that evening, Casey stood naked on the secluded back deck of their
eighteenth century farmhouse. All along the sea breaks, waves crashed as
the tide rolled in. His daughter Allie walked out quietly behind him and
then stopped, considering his frame. Lean and tall, Casey kept active. He
ran five miles most mornings through the picture postcard town of Camden
and rode his bike to work every day the weather allowed it. She considered
his broad shoulders and back and was overcome by the love she had for
him. She skipped up and hugged him from behind as he stood on the
railing. They rocked slowly together breathing in and out listening to the
sound of the surf on rocky shore. Allie licked up between her father's
shoulder blades and kissed the back of his neck. He groaned deep in his
chest. Looking down, his sizable penis began to stiffen again.

-Oh honey, no, he said turning to her, a pained expression on his face. He
had cum inside her already four times and actually ached from the
exertion. He pulled his overworked, but growing erection down with one hand
hoping to quell it. The fourteen year old pouted coquettishly and held out
her arms to him. His cock pulsed angrily in his hand. He gave in.

They kissed deeply as he backed her into the house. Inside, the kitchen was
in shambles. The slices from a whole loaf of bread were scattered on the
floor by an overturned tub of peanut butter. His wife and son lay on the
floor fucking savagely and smeared with grape jam.

Casey sat in a kitchen chair with legs spread. Allie eased into his lap,
impaling herself on his erection. Once again, he began to thrust into her
slow and passionate. They smiled contentedly watching Nancy and Robbie fail
to make dinner.

Allie's twin brother had inseminated his mom at least six times already,
but showed no sense of slowing down. Indeed, his fucking took on a bestial
earnestness as he pistoned away inside the vagina that made him. Nancy,
with some peanut butter smeared in her long blonde hair, looked a bit
haunted as she bit her lip and begged her son to fuck harder. Her breasts
rocked as he pounded her on the floor, her creamy 38 Cs covered in sticky
jam fingerprints.

Allie watched Robbie arch his back and suckle on their mom's jellied
tits. It inflamed the boy and he seemed to pump even harder. He kissed her
then, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth as they ground away. The food
smeared between them as their eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. My baby, Nancy
thought dimly, my baby's come home. Her body trembled in exhaustion, but
her cunt muscles worked overtime to draw him in with each stroke. She had
lost count of the orgasms, but her boy, her talented little man, was
bringing on another one. Her eyes were closed, but she was overcome with
sensations, the solid weight of her boy on top of her, the repeated
pounding of her clit by Robbie's strokes. She fought off the climax but was
losing. The sweet taste of grape on his tongue, the torrent of sperm and
lubrication that squeezed out and over his hard cock from their day's
lovemaking, she screamed out and pitched her head back and forth as she
rode the swelling crest. But, it was her son's balls lightly slapping her
perineum that sent her over the falls. Those little balls she had powered
as an infant were much bigger now and were coming home again. Her screams
as she came ran the full musical scale.

Robbie was surprised when she grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him
on his back. He giggled as he felt the soft bread scattered on the floor
squish underneath him. She ground her pelvis into his, her food stained
hair falling in her face. Their identical brown eyes met and he pumped deep
within her and froze.

-Mommy...

His dick flexed and spurted even more semen up into his mom's unprotected
womb and she rocked on him cowgirl style to milk every last drop. They
kissed, out of breath and a little sore and laughed at the mess around
them. Well, they weren't that hungry anyway. He disengaged from her vagina
and they got shakily to their feet.

Casey was screwing Allie in a leisurely fashion in the chair. She had bent
her head to face him and they kissed tenderly. He gave a choked whimper as
his cum rose again. They sat in rigid stillness with his 7" erection half
way inside her as his seed began pumping. Robbie watched in dim fascination
as the base of his father's penis pulsed. He had never really been close
enough to watch before, but he could see the whole underside length of his
dad's dick pumping sperm into his sister. He was watching him inseminate
her and it was more beautiful than he could ever imagine. Nancy brushed
flattened bread off his hinder and all four of them enjoyed an exhausted
smile.

The Reids trudged wearily to the bathroom to get cleaned up before bed. So
much to do and they had gotten nothing accomplished. They hadn't even
started packing and Casey had all his testing gear and notes to bring
along. The kitchen, Nancy thought, now they had to sweep up the kitchen too
before they left.

Ignoring all that, they fucked again in the shower.



THE FINAL NIGHT ON THE BRIDGES FAMILY LOVE BOAT

They had found a small Italian restaurant within walking distance of the
boardwalk. It was an intimate affair with only four tables. This was
fortunate since Vicki and Dylan were all over each other through every
course of the meal.

Jon swirled the wine in his glass as they continued their heavy petting. No
one in the small restaurant knew they were committing incest right in front
of them and this gave Jon a mild thrill.

-Ah, young love, the waitress said when she dropped off the check and
winked at Jon. They left a good tip and gathered up all the souvenir
t-shirts, Old-Timey photos, stuffed animals and all the other detritus
Dylan had won for his sister. They headed out front where the sun was just
setting. The taxi they had called was already waiting. They climbed in and
headed back to the marina in contented silence.

Back in the privacy of the boat's galley, the kids regaled Jon with tales
of their day. They had feasted on salt water taffy and zeppolis. They got a
sepia photo taken of them in Wild West garb. They fucked in a men's room
stall while a small crowd cheered them on. They went on the
Tilt-a-Whirl. They each got funny caricatures made of themselves sailing on
comically tiny boats. She blew him in the Haunted House. It was a full day.

But they had one more surprise for their dad.

-Ummm, Dad? Vicki said giggling. We need to ask you something.

Jon looked at them puzzled as they argued over who should actually make the
request. They settled on Dylan.

-Well, ummm... today... well, this morning... well, ummm... we were in one
of the arcades and I won at Skee-ball and I got thirty tickets and, like,
you have to trade in the tickets for a prize. And, like thirty tickets
sounds like a lot, but it's like nothing. The kids broke into laughter.

-Yeah, Vicki chimed in, they had a little TV there, but it was like 40,000
tickets. What a rip-off, right?

Jon had no idea where all this was going.

-So, like thirty tickets, Dylan continued, could only get some dumb plastic
stuff, but like, I saw these and I got picked them out right away! He
rummaged in his shorts and then laid two small pieces of plastic on the
galley table. They were florescent green rings with tiny, fake diamonds of
molded plastic. Dylan and Vicki looked at him expectantly. He still didn't
get it.

-Well Daddy, Vicki said, since tonight is... ummm... your last night as the
captain of a ship... we... ummm... We thought... that maybe you could...

-We want you to marry us! Dylan said beaming, we... ummm... . saw it on a
cartoon that you could, like, do that so... can we get married now?

Jon choked on his beer. He looked at those adorable, near identical faces
and realized that while they were all grown up in so many ways, they were
still just barely in their teens. They looked so earnest that it was
heartbreaking. He didn't know how to tell them that it was a myth, he
couldn't officiate over a wedding. It wouldn't be legal. Then he realized
that a brother and sister marrying wasn't legal either and burst out
laughing.

-Sure! he said expansively. Come on inside and we'll get you two hitched!
The kids cheered and scooped up their rings. They followed Jon into the
Main Cabin and watched as he rifled through some drawers looking for
something dressy for the kids to put on, but they really hadn't packed for
a wedding. When he turned around, he was startled to find them stripped
bare and panting excitedly.

-So this wedding will be au naturel, huh? They just giggled and held hands.

 -Did they mention vows in that cartoon? Jon asked chuckling. We want this
to be official...

They hadn't, so Jon helped them write out something that sounded reasonably
close to his own wedding vows. They stood before him shaking in
anticipation and holding their plastic rings on the pillow from the
bed. Jon had agreed to this thinking was a lark, but he could see in their
faces that they were actually serious. His children really wanted to get
married to each other.

Vicki stole a quick glance at her note card and looked back up at her
dad. Her breasts had just started to grow and her adorable vagina sported
the first few strands of blonde public hair. He looked down at Dylan who
studied his note card intently mouthing the words as he read. His crotch
was bare and his 4" penis stood near vertical in anticipation. His son
coughed nervously and his boner shook a bit. They smiled into each other's
eyes and waited for their dad to begin.

-Dearly Beloved, Jon began and then stopped, choked up with emotion. He
took several deep breaths and haltingly continued. We are gathered together
here... in the sight of God to join together this man... and this
woman... in holy matrimony... Vicki and Dylan smiled up broadly at him.

-And therefore... is not by any to be entered... into unadvisedly or
lightly... but reverently and discreetly. Into this holy estate... these
two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just
cause why they may not be joined together, he said looking around
comically, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

His children just smiled and he gestured to Vicki. She only referred to her
note cards twice as she spoke to her brother.

-I, Victoria Bridges take you Dylan Bridges to be my husband... to have and
to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for
poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish; from this
day... from this day forward until... until death do us part... Her eyes
welled with tears as she slipped the ring on his finger.

Dylan began his vows to his sister and never took his eyes from her. He had
committed them to memory.

-I, Dylan take you, Victoria to be my wedded wife... my constant
friend... my faithful partner... and my love from this day forward. In the
presence of God, and our dad, I offer... I offer my solemn vow to be your
faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and
in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise... I promise to love
you... unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect
you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you... for as long
as we both shall live.

She slipped on his ring and they looked up at Jon both overcome with
emotion.

-By... By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and
wife... you... you may kiss the bride.

Dylan pulled his sister to him and dipped her as they kissed. Jon hoped his
wife was watching down on them to see this beautiful moment. Vicki led her
brother over to the bed and lay down gently with her ringed hand
outstretched. He noticed that her pussy was soaking wet from the ceremony
and plunged in, no teasing or toying as he consummated the marriage.

Jon watched his children rut on the bed, their hands clutched tight and his
eyes drifted to their green, plastic rings. Never, he reckoned, had such
worthless trinkets meant so much. Tomorrow morning they would meet up with
Nancy, Casey and the kids at the airport and then check out this Island
paradise to start their new grand adventure. Privately, he suspected that
he'd be back at the University teaching next January, but who could see the
future? They might actually like the experience and stay on.

He couldn't see the future, but Jon would be there almost fifteen years
later when Vicki and Dylan traded their rings for platinum bands in a grand
celebration at the birth of their first grandchild. The rings were heavier
and certainly more expensive, Vicki the stunningly beautiful 28 year old
would note, but they could never replace the prize won for her on the
boardwalk, won in a game of Skee-ball by her sexy boy sailor.



Please let me know if you enjoyed this story. Many of the scenes were based
on requests and ideas from readers. Thanks to all who contributed. Let me
know if you want it to continue and what your thoughts and ideas are for
where you'd like to see the story go.

Thanks,

Mack

(mack1137@gmail.com.)