After all, it's all in the family!
Michael One stirred again, "I don't know about you, but I think I could use a quick dip in the pond before heading back to the house. Care to join me?"
Diana nodded. While the thick St. Augustine grass was beautiful to look at, it was starting to irritate her skin, reminiscent of the prickly feeling she used to get when she was a kid and used to rough house in the grass with the other kids in her neighborhood. A playtime activity that had stopped once the boys started to notice that the girls were girls and suddenly began to add new little twists to their football games.
Michael One helped her from the ground and they walked to the pond.
Without hesitating, he did a springy little dive and knifed into the clear water. Then, without thinking, she followed. As she struck the water, she remembered his earlier comments about the pond being spring fed.
COLD!
Even in the warm spring weather, the water was icy. Shivering, she quickly splashed around, rinsing away the itching traces of the grass, then clambered out of the water, clutching herself at the edge of the pond. Her father-in-law laughed, but quickly followed suit.
"Sorry, but we forgot to bring towels," he said, running his fingers through the thick mop of his black hair, then shaking his head vigorously. "The sun will dry us in a little bit."
Together they gathered the scattered clothes they had hastily disposed of earlier, then walked to the picnic table, stretching out and letting the sun warm their chilled bodies. Neither of them said much, as they enjoyed the toasty feeling of the sun soaking into their skin.
Somehow, as they turned over, they ended up in each other's arms again.
This time Diana took the role of the aggressor, realizing that she wanted this man, her father-in-law, again. He had the same sexual attraction she had only found in her husband up until now. Just looking at either one of them sent shivery waves of gooseflesh racing up and down her back and flooded her cunt with wetness.
In short time, she had worked his sleeping prick back to its club-like size. This time, she straddled him, impaling herself on his cock.
Neither of them rushed. Instead, they let the seeds of desire slowly blossom under a gentle, steady undulation of their hips and the tender caressing of their hands.
She came first. Then increasing the rocking, plunging motion of her pelvis, she fucked him until she received another flood of sperm and semen gushing hotly into the welcoming recesses of her belly.
She declined another offer for a "refreshing plunge" into the pond in favor of just rinsing the well-used mound of her sex, as she waded at the edge of the pool. Michael One (which she now thought of as one word, and pronounced it that way, as did the rest of the family) splashed around for a few minutes, then came running out of the water.
Picking their clothes up from the picnic tables and tucking them under his arm, he said, "The sun'll dry us on the way back to the house."
Her head jerked around, doing a classical double take, "You mean, you want me to go back to the house like this! Naked!"
"Yes," he said, making no effort to hand her her clothes. "The only ones at the house are part of the family…your family."
Still unsure of her new relationship, she trotted to his side, as he started toward the mansion. She understood him. She was part of the Hightower family, a thought that excited her. She was free to have open sexual relationships with the members of her new family, as they were with her.
But what about Michael? He might have been balling Lorraine last night, but he doesn't know I've fucked and have been fucked by his father!
She remembered his own uneasiness as they drove into the estate yesterday. Had it been because he thought she wouldn't accept the open incestual life of his family? Or was it because he wanted to keep her away from that same life?
It couldn't be the latter reason, she told herself, or could it?
She didn't know. But whatever his thoughts and worries were, it was too late for her, she realized, as her father-in-law opened the door to the Hightower home and she stepped inside the kitchen.
Lorraine and Bryan were sitting at the table, preparing to make themselves sandwiches from a platter of cold cuts and breads laid out neatly on a large tray. Both their eyes widened as they turned to the newcomers, then their lips smiled.
Diana tried to smile back, but her nudity made her feel more than slightly uncomfortable. She felt Michael One's hand pressing at the small of her back, moving her through the kitchen and into the hall, then to the den. Her father-in-law motioned for her to sit on the couch.
"Relax," he smiled, as she took her seat. "Lorraine and Bryan will join us in a moment. Remember, you're a member of our family now."