No Rest for the Wicked

No Rest for the Wicked
by NB

Rachael still couldn’t believe they had worked out the logistics to allow her entire family to enjoy 10 full days together at the beach. The adjacent “cottages” they had rented were perfect; close together, but isolated at the very end of a long sandy peninsula away from the more crowded beach areas. She and her immediate family were in the smaller, two-story cottage, while her brother’s family and her mom and dad were in the three-story structure that was so close that when bacon cooked in one kitchen you could smell it in the other.

As much fun as the week promised to be, there also was a hint of melancholy in the air. Her nephew Adam had turned 18 and would be headed out of state to college at summer’s end, and they all knew it was unlikely the entire gang would be together again on any regular basis once that happened.

With breakfast behind them and the sun already blistering, her crew had headed to the beach, while she stayed behind, feigning the need to straighten up the house and do some laundry, but truthfully anxious to spend some time on her laptop catching up the blog and posting a very personal true story of last night’s events. The story was already written in her mind, and would take only minutes to compose and post, once she found the perfect beach-themed picture to run with it.

But it had to be perfect, because last night certainly was.

After dinner, the girls had crashed early, exhausted by a day in the sun, and the rest of the family had gone to the other cottage to settle in. She and Dave had shared a bottle of wine on the deck off the bedroom, listening to the surf, then had moved inside, relaxed and giggly with the door cracked and the sound of the surf providing background noise.

Dave had insisted she stretch out on the bed on her stomach, which she did after removing the sundress she had put on sans undergarments after the day at the beach. He then proceeded to give her a slow, lazy massage, using a coconut scented body oil meant to hydrate sun heated skin. His hands and the oil soon had her squirming, and when he straddled her legs, rubbing his hard cock up and down against her slick bottom, she thought for sure it would just be a minute before he raised her hips and entered her doggy style.

But her husband surprised her. Ignoring that rampant erection between them, he rolled her over onto her back and dove into her slick pussy with his mouth and tongue — licking, teasing, nibbling on her labia, then concentrating on sucking her clit, stroking it with his tongue, savoring the flavor of her womanhood. As her hips arched up to his mouth, her thighs squeezing his face, his slid a slickened finger into her rosebud, opening and stretching her anus as his hungry lips suckled her clit.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her and she soaked his face in juices, then lay limp as he dragged her to the edge of the bed, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and pressed the hardness of his throbbing shaft against her wrinkled anal opening, sliding into the slick juncture as he used the thumb of his left hand to softly begin stroking her clit again. Her body had barely stopped trembling from the first orgasm before it was hit by another, which quickly was followed by his deep moan and a powerful lurching of hips that drove his shaft into the depths of her bowels, where she felt jets of hot cum exploding as he looked directly into her eyes.

Yes, she most definitely needed to share last night with the readers of her blog, but first had to find the perfect beach picture to set it off. Which she planned to do in just a minute, as soon as she carried her laptop and bloody Mary to the deck and found a comfortable place to sit her still tender hiney.

On the first day of the vacation, as she was touring the cottage and getting used to their new “home away from home,” Rachael had noticed that if you stood in one spot in the corner of the bedroom deck close to the sliding glass doors, you could see into one of the third-floor windows of the cottage next door. The curtains had always been closed, but Rachael had looked each time, just in case, and this time was surprised to find the curtains were more than halfway open.

Dropping her stuff on the glass topped table under the umbrella, she stepped over to get a better look, and on doing so realized that the room was the bedroom of her nephew, Adam, and that she could clearly see him laying across the bed wearing nothing but a long pair of sweats, apparently watching television.

The positioning of the window made it impossible for anyone to see in from the ground, and it was highly unlikely there was any other spot from which it was visible other than the one where she stood. Rachael knew she should forget about it, just as surely as she knew she would not, and even as she was telling herself she should not she reached for the binoculars they kept outside for ocean watching and focused on the window across the way.

She was amazed at how close her nephew appeared in the binoculars and how well she could see much of the room. She glanced at the TV to see what he was watching so intently, and her nipples erupted into hard little rockets inside her bikini top when she realized he was watching porn, probably streamed to the TV from the iPad to which he seemed permanently attached.

It bothered Rachael just a bit when she realized that not only was her nephew watching porn, and, she could now see, slowly stroking the front of his sweats as he did, but he was watching something she immediately recognized from her own misspent time in front of the computer screen. On his television was Kay Parker; her nephew was watching the original Taboo.

Immediately Rachael realized she had a problem. Already she was become aroused, anxious about what her voyeurism might reveal as she watched Adam in his room. She needed to keep both hands on the binoculars to see well, but her body, especially that growing itch at the juncture of her legs, demanded to be touched.

Dragging a heavy plastic lounge chair over and bracing it against the deck railing, Rachael adjusted the back, lowering it two notches so that the corner of the chair’s back nestled firmly against the rapidly swelling labia that were hidden by the thin fabric of here bikini bottoms. Pressing against the corner of the chair, grinding softly, Rachael returned both hands to the binoculars, and again focused on Adam, who seemed more intent than ever on the TV screen as he slowly slid his hand up and down a clearly swollen shaft in his sweats.

As she watched, increasing the pressure she applied in pressing into the corner of the chair, Adam suddenly stopped the movement of his hand and looked toward the door, as though someone had knocked. Unsure of what was happening, she wanted to scream at him to turn off the TV before someone came in, but could not do so, and was confused when he obviously started talking to someone but seemed not the least concerned about the images on the screen in front of him.

Shocked, Rachael watched as her father walked into the room and, wearing nothing but a baggy swimsuit, stretched out on the bed next to Adam and joined him in watching the vintage adult movie.

As she watched, the two lay side by side for a while, talking and watching, and then her father rolled to his side and started running his hand up and down Adam’s chest. Rachael didn’t know what was going on, but her nipples ached so badly they begged to be tweaked, and unable to do so without putting down the optics she hunched her shoulders, forcing her breasts to rub against the fabric of her bikini top, while rubbing her now incredibly wet slit even harder against the molded edge of the lounge chair.

Her heart was pounding as she watched her father stroke his grandson’s nipples, and with disbelief she saw Adam reach down and push his sweats off his hips, revealing a rock-hard teenage cock that jutted from his groin at a 45-degree angle. A tiny orgasm swept through Rachael on seeing the teen’s erection, but it was nothing compared to the one that hit between her legs when her father reached over and wrapped his hands around his grandson’s penis.

Adam’s cock appeared small through the binoculars, and her father’s hand covered almost the entire thing as he stroked his grandson up and down, pausing occasionally to rub a finger across the tip, which she assumed meant he was smearing the pre-cum that pooled there.

Rachael ground harder and harder against the chair, realizing at one point the rhythmic noise it was making as it bumped time and again against the rail, and glad no one else was in the house to hear. Her bikini bottoms had worked clear of one side of her slit, allowing bare skin to touch the plastic, while part of the fabric had been driven into her wet hole by her deep grinding against the corner.

As she watched, Adam’s hips arched up to meet his grandfather’s hand, and just as her father pinched the boy’s left nipple an explosion of cum shot from his young shaft, the first volley launched high up onto the bed, above the boy’s shoulder near his neck, with a rapid succession of subsequent blasts soaking his chest and stomach.

Like Adam, Rachael’s body exploded as well, the river of cum putting her pussy on a roller coaster orgasm that rolled through her like the tide she could hear lapping on the nearby beach. Hands trembling, she lowered the binoculars, allowing one hand to reach to her hips and shove the bikini bottoms down off her ass so they fell to the floor, the fabric no longer a distraction against her tender skin. Using two fingers of her left hand she opened the puffy lips of her vagina and pressed herself again against the corner of the chair, feeling it firmly inside her opening now, her clit rubbing the hard surface.

When she again raised the binoculars to see into the room, she saw a smiling, laughing Adam rise up on the bed and then roll over to lay against his grandfather’s chest, hugging him and smearing them both with the copious cum that had pumped from those young balls.

After resting for a minute, Adam slid down his grandfather, smearing his goo between them until he was on the floor at the foot of the bed, then reaching up to grasp the top of those baggy trunks and pulling them down to the floor with him.

Rachael’s father lay there nude, his cock a long, fat log that lay heavily against his left thigh. While it did not jut from his body at a jaunty angle like Adam’s had, Rachael could tell it was no less hard, seemingly too fat and heavy to stand straight up.

Still not believing what she was seeing, she watched intently and humped the chair, grinding harder and faster and deeper against what was now wet slick molded plastic. Her mind flashed to a moment when she was maybe 9, and had accidently seen her father nude, but his penis was limp and small then, nothing like the shaft she saw Adam take into his hand and hold up straight.

Rachael almost collapsed when she saw her nephew lean forward and take his grandfather’s cock into his mouth, licking it first with his tongue then surrounding the swollen flesh with his lips. She watched as her nephew’s head bobbed up and down on her father’s cock, his hands cradling and caressing the huge heavy balls that hung beneath.

Rachael knew exactly what Adam was feeling; the incredible sensation of giving pleasure to someone you loved, the velvety softness of that swollen cockhead as it touched the inside of his cheek; the throbbing vein pressing against his tongue; that heavy shaft working its way into the back of his mouth, into his throat and the first scary moment of allowing it to fill the breathing passage. The taste of cock, the smell of cum. The need. She knew full well.

Rachael watched as her nephew demonstrated what clearly were not amateur status blow job skills. He alternated, teasing with his tongue and lips one minute then taking the shaft deep into his throat the next. Again and again, her father arched up feeding his cock into that wet, sucking mouth.

Rachael watched as, after a while, her father placed his hands on either side of Adam’s head, tenderly at first, barely caressing, then tighter, and suddenly holding Adam’s face in place, not allowing it to move, as thick hot cream rolled from the shaft onto that licking tongue, down into that willing throat.

She held the binoculars with one hand, shoving the other between her legs to prolong the orgasm that was pumping its way through her body. She watched as Adam smiled at his grandfather, obviously swallowing the cum he had been given, then tenderly lay the side of his face upon the older man’s deflated cock.

Rachael’s hands were shaking too much to hold the binoculars at all, so she lowered them, leaning against the chair now to avoid falling as well as maintaining the slow grind on the corner that allowed her to ease her way down off an orgasmic rush that had juices flooding from her pussy. Rachael had never been a squirter, but there was no denying the river of pussy cream that covered the inside of her thighs and ran down into the crack of her ass.

Never had she seen anything so incredible tender and loving and erotic as what she had just seen.

After a minute, she again raised the optics to her eyes with both hands, assuming the show was over and surprised to find that it was not.

Adam stood, and blessed with the restorative powers of youth, his cock was again hard, sticking out from his body and seeming larger now, as though the cum he had just swallowed had been instantly converted to man meat. Her father pulled Adam to him as he sat at the end of the bed, the teenage cock trapped between them as they hugged, then using his hands on Adams hips, he turned his young lover so that his back was to the older man.

Kissing Adam’s back, his grandfather reached around to cup his balls, bouncing them for a moment before grasping his grandson’s prick and beginning again to fist the shaft. With his left hand, her father caressed Adam’s ass, softly at first and then a little more roughly, spreading the cheeks and, after wetting a finger in his mouth, pressing it against the teenager’s pucker while he continued to pump his cock from behind.

Rachael was pounding against the corner of the chair now, hitting it so hard that it rose from the floor and fell back again in a rhythm that matched her father’s hand; her nipples so inflamed and tender they were like infected flesh threatening to burst open; her clit a tiny prick itself, hard and full and constantly rubbing against the hard molded plastic corner.

In her mind Rachael was there. She could feel the hardwood floor against her knees as she knelt in front of Adam, watching her dad’s hand slide up and down his cock. Wordlessly her eyes found her father’s, begging. She scooted closer still to her nephew, close enough to hear the sound of his meat being stroked by his grandfather, to smell the heated musk of his arousal. She was there, and she could hear her father talking to her: “Take it Rachael, take his hot cream, take your nephew’s cum. You are a cum slut, Rachael. A cum slut! Just like your mother; just like your mother.

As she watched, the cum rocketed from Adam’s cock, shooting out on the floor, rope after rope of hot thick ball cream. In her mind she could feel it splattering her face, dripping onto her tits. Smell it. Taste it.

And then her cunt erupted. Not her pussy; this was too much orgasm to be contained in the wet slit of a tender pussy. It was an explosion in her cunt, and for an instant her entire body was cunt, from the tears rolling out of her eyes to the toes curled against the heat of the concrete deck, she came. Trembling, shaking, blinded momentarily as her brain shut down to allow her body to enjoy the waves of electric shock racing through her body. Her entire body was cunt, and it was in total meltdown.

Rachael had no idea how long she stood there, leaning with her wet hole pressed against the corner of that chair, trying to regain control of her senses. She was startled back into reality by the slamming of a door in the adjoining cottage, and looked up to see her father and her nephew walking off to the beach, the older man’s arm across the shoulders of the younger, laughing as they went.

Taking stock of her surroundings for the first time in at least an hour, she saw the ice had melted in her bloody Mary, felt the heat of the sun as it climbed higher into the sky, became aware of the ocean breeze dancing across her bare ass.

Realizing she had no bottoms on, she looked down to find them balled up at her feet, soaked with the copious juices from her pussy.

Smiling, she grabbed her phone, squatted down and took a photo of them. She had come to the deck in search of a picture for her blog; now she had the perfect one, and a whole new story to tell.

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Rachael’s Response

That quickly took a pleasantly unexpected turn! I thought I was just going to get to spy on my horny nephew, I had no idea that he and his grandpa had such a special bond. As much as I’d enjoy watching such a manly interlude, I’d also be extremely jealous! My dad is willing to consensually molest his teen grandson, but never made a move on his teen daughter? Not fair!

Of course, it was easy for Dad to get pussy from Mom whenever he wanted, but if he had a taste for dick he certainly wouldn’t turn to me. Now I’m wondering if he and my brother had a thing. I love the idea of my brother and dad stroking off together, rubbing cockheads, and squirting cum all over each other’s balls. I would have lost my ever loving mind if I had walked in on them gently sucking one another off in the 69 position. Ah, sweet fantasies!

I can only wonder what else might transpire on that extended family vacation…and I think I’ll do just that right now…

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4 Comments

4 thoughts on “No Rest for the Wicked

  1. A great story, thank you very much. I love that you branched into male on boy territory, there is so much girl-girl love that is nice to have some boy-boy love too. I would of been just like Rachael watching on and soaking wet, like I am right now xxx

  2. So hot! I didn’t see the twist coming with the grandfather, er, Rachael’s father, and I can just imagine what will happen when Rachael goes to confront him. I’m sure Adam will enjoy the confrontation equally as well. I do enjoy male-male incest though it’s not always popular. And of course, I loved the Rachael as voyeur looking on.

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