On Friday morning, Laurie woke up horny, Robert woke up
happy, Molly woke up hung-over, and Bobby woke up with a hard-on.
*
     Laurie awoke from an erotic dream that was filled with dark
men and large cocks and long tongues, and she was slightly
disappointed to find she was lying quietly in her own bed.  She
again marvelled at how horny and randy she had been feeling
lately; and her nasty session with the Agro brothers had only
exacerbated those feelings, rather than relieve them.  She was
feeling so damned sexy, she could barely stand it!
     She looked over at Robert.  She had fallen asleep before he
got home the night before, so she had no idea what time he had
gotten to sleep, but he looked rested enough.  Her hand crept
under the sheets and over his thigh until she found his warm
cock.  Still asleep, Robert's dick slowly responded to Laurie's
warm, soft touch.  He was soon erect and Laurie's head
disappeared under the covers.
*
     Robert stirred and then woke to a very pleasant, warm, wet
feeling in his crotch.  He stirred a little more, enough to
realize he wasn't dreaming, and discovered his lovely wife giving
him a wonderful morning blow-job!  He felt Laurie's mouth leave
his prick and work its way up his stomach, chest and neck until
her head emerged from the covers and she kissed him on the lips.
     "Good morning, Dearest," she said.
     "Mmmm... 'Morning, Sweetheart.  Don't let me interrupt."
     Laurie began to rise and Robert could feel the heat of her
hairless pussy on his upper thigh.  Then she was poised over his
cock.  She tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes and
smiled down on him, "You don't have to move, Dear, I'll do all
the work."
     Robert reached up to squeeze her still-firm breasts as she
lowered her hips and he felt his prick spreading her wet, warm
pussy-lips.  "Have your way with me!"
     She grunted as she slid down his erection and bottomed out
on his balls, "Ugh!  I intend to!"
     Laurie was obviously into fucking him enthusiastically and
energetically and Robert couldn't help but respond in kind.  He
leaned forward and sucked one of his wife's pink, hard nipples
into his mouth.  His hand moved down to her cunt and he managed
to brush her clit several times with his thumb as it moved up and
down.  Then getting into the spirit of a randy good morning fuck,
Robert reached behind his wife and began shoving two fingers up
her tight asshole.  As he did that he bit down on Laurie's nipple
in his mouth and pinched her other nipple between his finger and
thumb.
     "Ugh!  Ugh!  OOOoooOOOO!"  Laurie was lost in a world of
feeling only -- no sight, sound, or smell -- only her pussy, her
ass and her nipples.
     Robert kept up his attack on her tender spots and she
continued to hump his cock and -- as they both know would happen
-- she all too soon began to cum -- and cum and cum, losing all
rhythm and strength, until she collapsed onto her husband, who
was just beginning his own climax.
     Finally, when they were both still and cuddling, Robert
laughed, "Whew!  What a wake-up call, Dear.  I thought you were
going to wake up the kids!"
     "Oooo...  I didn't care.  I think they're both old enough to
figure out that their parents fuck."
     "Well, sure, but you don't want them to think we actually
enjoy it, do you?"  And they both laughed.
     Later, when Robert was dressed and ready to leave for the
office, Laurie threw the covers down below her waist and jiggled
her breasts seductively at her husband.
     "Ready for more, Laurie?"
     "Sure!  How about you?"
     "I'm an old man!  I need time to recuperate!"
     "Alright, old man.  I'll let you go this time, but you
better be ready for anything later."
     "So I can look forward to a good time tonight?"
     "Oh, absolutely!  But first, remember, we have to go to the
Stones' big bash."
     "Oh, shit, I totally forgot about that."
     "Well, it's an early start.  Remember, cocktails start at
five, so don't be late."
     "I'll be home in time, Dear.  I wonder what outrageous thing
Regina Stone will pull this year?"
     "Who knows with that crazy bitch.  Robert, I love you."
     "And I love you, Laurie, with all my heart."
     "This was great, this morning.  We're going to have to do
this more often, you know."
     "I know," Robert replied, inwardly wondering if mega-doses
of vitamin E and bushels of oysters would help his stamina.
"Well, I'm off to work, Dear.  Have a nice day."
     "Bye, Dear, see you tonight.  And thanks for the morning
action!"
     "My pleasure!"
******
     Molly awoke in pain.  Her head was throbbing and her mouth
felt and tasted like the inside of a dirty clothes hamper.  She
knew the light from the windows would hurt her eyes, but she
opened them enough to see that she was in her room and in her
bed.  She didn't remember getting there.  She did remember
sitting up with Bobby in the family room, watching some old
comedy videos and drinking some wine coolers.  How many coolers
had she had?  She couldn't remember that, either.
     She slowly sat up and put her feet on the floor.  [`Could a
hangover make your feet hurt, too?' she wondered.]  The clothes
she was wearing last night were in a pile beside the bed.  Molly
stood up and took a few tentative steps over to the door.  She
took her robe from the hook and put it on.  In the bathroom, she
started the water, to let it get good and hot, and stripped the
robe off.  Then she pulled her t-shirt nightie over her head and
reached down to take her panties off when she realized she wasn't
wearing any.  That was strange.
     The water was hot as she stepped into the shower.
*
     Bobby woke up with a hard-on, but there wasn't anything
special about that -- he always woke up with a hard-on.  His hand
crept down to his warm, erect flesh; and, as he gripped his pole,
he remembered the night before and began long, tight strokes.
*
     The three of them had been in the familyroom, watching TV,
when their mother announced she was going up to bed.
     A few minutes later, Bobby went into the kitchen and
returned with a beer for himself and a wine cooler for Molly.
"Want a cooler, Munchkin?" he asked.
     Molly looked up and smiled, "Sure!  I'd love one."
     Bobby twisted the top off and handed the bottle to his
sister, "Just don't get sick."
     "Sick?  This isn't my first one, you know!"
     "Ooooo, excuse me!  I forgot.  You're such a big drinker."
     Molly stuck her tongue out and took a big gulp of the
cooler.  "Mmmm, good.  I hope there's more in there."
     In a few minutes, Bobby again returned from the kitchen with
a beer and a cooler.  "Want to watch a video, Sis?"
     "Sure, Bobby, which one?"
     "Let's start with `Caddyshack.'"
     Several hours and coolers later, Bobby and Molly sat on the
sofa laughing through "Stripes" again.  Their father had come
home, said `hi' to his two kids and headed up to bed.  It was
late and, except for the TV, the house was quiet.  Bobby had a
very nice beer-buzz going and Molly was shit-faced.
     As the credits rolled, Bobby looked at Molly and saw that
she had nodded off.  He nudged her gently, "C'mon, Munchkin, time
to go to bed."
     Molly opened her eyes a slit, "G'way!"
     "Come on, Molly.  I'll help you."
     "No!  I'll sleep here!" she grumped.
     Bobby zapped the TV off and bent to lift Molly off the sofa.
As he did, he got another strong whiff of her perfume.  He
couldn't get her to stand, so he picked her up in his arms.  She
felt light as a feather and as loose as a bag of potatoes -- but
looked a whole lot prettier.  He climbed the steps slowly and
quietly made his way to the door to his sister's bedroom.  Not
wanting to be obvious, should mom or dad awake and find that he
allowed his little sister to get drunk, Bobby quickly slipped
into Molly's room, gently laid her on her bed, closed the door,
and turned on the small reading lamp.
     He stood over the bed, looking at his exquisite little
sister.  Her hair spilled onto her pillow and she snored quietly
-- so pretty, so innocent, yet so damn sexy!
     Feeling his buzz drifting away, Bobby felt clear-headed.
His mind argued between just leaving Molly the way she was to
sleep it off and `making her more comfortable' by undressing her.
Without too much of an internal argument, he decided to undress
her.
     He started innocently enough, leaning over and pulling her
socks off.  Then his impatience got the best of him.  He began
unbuttoning her flannel shirt, his fingers feeling thick and
clumsy as they fumbled with the buttons.  Finally, the shirt was
unbuttoned and he held Molly up from the bed so he could pull the
shirt off her shoulder and arms.  He checked to make sure she was
still sleeping and was relieved to see she was still soundly out.
She was wearing a white satin bra with soft cups and Bobby could
feel his dick harden as he looked at his sister's white flesh
swelling up and out the top of the cups.  He looked for a clasp
on the front, but there wasn't one, so he had to lift her up
again as he unclasp the bra.
     He gently laid her back on the bed and took a deep breath.
If she woke up, now, he wouldn't be able to explain what he was
doing.  He could have stopped with her shirt and jeans and threw
a nightie on her, but if caught now, he'd never be able to
explain why he was taking her bra off.
     Committed to seeing his sister's tits, he slid the thin
straps off her shoulders and arms and slowly lifted the soft cups
away from the firm flesh.  His erection swelled to fullness as
his eyes feasted on Molly's perfect, full, round, firm mounds of
tit-flesh.  The view had been worth the risk!  He immediately
wanted to touch her breasts with his fingers and mouth but
decided he better not.
     His hands returned to her waist, his eyes still glued to her
tits.  He opened the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper
down.  He saw the hint of white covering her mound.  He went to
her feet and gently tugged the jeans off her rump and hips until
they were off and joined the pile of her clothes on the floor.
Hesitating only slightly, Bobby curled his fingers in the
waistband of her bikini panties and gently tugged them off.
     At last, she was naked!
     He stood there and tried to take it all in.  God, she was
beautiful!  The face of an angel, that magnificent set of tits, a
flat, firm stomach, a pretty little `inny' navel, sexy hips, and
an almost-transparent covering of trimmed honey-blonde pubic hair
over puffy and obviously pink pussylips.  Her legs were firm and
shapely leading down to her petite feet and red-painted toenails.
     Eventually, he moved to her bureau and got a long t-shirt
nightie.  He didn't want to cover her up, but he assumed she
didn't sleep naked and if she woke up that way, she'd have a
pretty good idea who made her like that.  But, still, he stood
there, looking.
     Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached his
hand down and gently brushed his palm over her right nipple.
     Immediately, her nipple crinkled and hardened and a tiny
moan escaped her lips.
     Now, with no thought involved, Bobby knelt next to the bed
and reached both hands up to cover his little sister's firm
breasts.  She moaned louder as he cupped both breasts and rubbed
his thumbs over her nipples.  As he continued, she became more
restless, moving her hips and legs, until Bobby was afraid she
would wake up.
     Using his last ounce of will-power, Bobby quickly popped the
nightie over Molly's head and, with more than a little
difficulty, threaded her arms through the short sleeves.  He
pulled it down as far as he could and turned the light off and
almost ran down the hall to his own bedroom.
*
     Now, as he stroked his hard cock in the morning light, he
thought about his sister's lush, sexy body.  Thoughts of his
mother, naked except for black stockings, garterbelt and
highheels intruded and expanded his fantasy as he felt his cum
boiling in his balls, getting ready to explode out his dick.
     What a cum!
     Later, at breakfast, his sister and mother behaved perfectly
normal, but Bobby had his own private thoughts about what sexy
little sluts they both could be!