Chapter Twelve "Daddy?" "In here, Trinity." The living room. I pictured him naked with his beautiful cock hard and waiting for me. Kennedy had taken care of my pussy, but I had a craving only deep throating could satisfy. There is nothing like it when that's what you need. The throat has fantasies, you know, a memory of sensations. There is that little moment when you're not sure you'll get the monster swallowed, then the tongue drops on cue and the throat opens miraculously. There's that little wet pop as a man's hard cock squishes a small pocket of saliva and air out of the way, and down it goes. I walked into the living room fully expecting to be able to dive down in my daddy's lap throat first. When I walked in, however, it was not as I had pictured it. Daddy was on the couch, all right, but fully clothed. To his left in a rocking chair was Mr. Atkins, Grandpa. The mind shuts out the incredible for the sake of mental economy, so I saw the other two people last. Across from Daddy sat Darlene, apprehensive and tentative. I stared in disbelief and confusion. Shaking off the illusion, I looked to Daddy to get my bearings. It was not until then that I saw Christina sitting beside him. His arm was on the back of the couch, and she rested her head on it when I looked at her. In spite of the situation, I let my eyes trail along her beautiful legs stretched out from under her shorts to her bare feet crossed on the small padded footstool in front of her. I recuperated fast. "What are you, Grandpa, the referee?" I said to Mr. Atkins. "I asked Emmett to be here," Daddy said. "I think we need a steadying influence in this situation, don't you?" I had an impulse to go wild on them. As you know by now, it is my characteristic defense to surprise situations that are supposed to catch me off guard. For some reason, it was Christina who was my mind's focus. I vacillated between jerking her pretty ass off the couch and taking her place beside Daddy and deep throating her pedicured foot with its red toenails. The choir director kept them beautiful for her. I started toward Christina figuring I'd make up my mind by the time I reached her. She jerked her feet off the footstool and sat up, no doubt thinking I was going to start with her and trash the place and everybody in it. I straddled the footstool and looked around at them. "Well," I said, "who wants to go first?" "We've told Jonathan everything, Trinity," Darlene volunteered. "He knows everything about us and everything we've been doing." I looked at Grandpa skeptically. He shook his head in quick little movements, eyes darting at Daddy. Daddy didn't know about Mr. Atkins's fetish with my legs and crotch. I winked at him. He blushed. I reached over and ran my hand along Christina's leg and lifted her foot to my lap. Actually, I needed something to do with my hands. I massaged her. "You fucked my sister," I said bluntly to Daddy. "Yes. I fucked your sister. I didn't know Christina was my daughter, not that it makes any difference." "That all right," I said, "I sucked where you fucked." Mr. Atkins cleared his throat. "Jonathan and ladies, I'm perfectly willing to do what I can to help, but I find myself more than a little distracted by this language." I ran my hand along Christina's leg and smiled knowingly at him. "Is that all that distracts you, Grandpa." He watched my hand longingly, then cleared his throat and averted his eyes to Daddy. Daddy laughed. "Emmett, relax. I knew what would happen when I left Trinity in your office that day. It's time for all of us to get honest." That was the start of a family encounter group I dare say only a family like mine, if there is one other than mine, could have withstood. The details of it are unimportant here, and I won't drag you through the emotional groundswell of those hours. I know you're looking for the next sex scene, and you know that's where we ended up. Mr. Atkins was, naturally, the only one among us too inhibited to do anything in front of anybody. We left him in the living room with Christina, his brand new adopted granddaughter with full, shapely, long legs and an experienced expertise in making his kind of fantasies come true. I took Mommy and Daddy by their hands and walked backwards with them toward Daddy's bedroom. Just as we entered the hallway, I saw Christina go to Grandpa and get on his lap. She was giving him titty as we disappeared out of sight, and I knew they would both enjoy their playtime. That irrepressible craving in my throat made introductory play impossible. Daddy and Mommy were still holding hands when I unzipped Daddy's pants and went down on him as they watched. "Not your run-of-the-mill family reunion," I heard Darlene observe. "Do you love her, Jonathan?" "I love her very much, Darlene." I heard a rustle of clothing as Mommy shucked her dress, and I felt her legs slide over me as she straddled my shoulders. They were kissing passionately above me. Daddy's prick swelled and lengthened in my mouth. I kept it there and sucked while I worked his pants loose and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and pulled his shoes off awkwardly, still kissing Mommy and still getting his dick sucked. I got his socks off, and Mommy got his shirt off. She sucked his titties and hugged his magnificent body, and I hugged his legs and deep throated him. When his big tube of meat first went down my throat, all tension left me. I've always been surprised at how much of what we think is spiritual anxiety is resolved by liberation from crass physical tension. No amount of emotional rending of ourselves in our family encounter group could have done for us what open sexual intimacy was doing for us. My throat's hunger eventually satisfied, I sank down and kissed my daddy's legs. I felt my mother move farther over me, and she and Daddy renewed a naked embrace that had started two decades earlier. Her sexy legs rubbed the sides of my face as she hunched against Daddy's ever-hard prick. I pushed my head back between Mommy's pretty legs, and she opened them so I could root up in her crotch. I had parental love aplenty now. I held on to the back of Daddy's leg with one hand to keep from falling backwards and felt Mommy's leg with the other hand. She developed a rowing motion that allowed her to wipe her cunt, crotch, and ass in my face on the back-and-down stroke and work herself against Daddy's big club on the forward-and-up stroke. She stood still and let me suck while they held each other above me and kissed. Long, deep kisses between my mother and father locked in each other's arms. A daughter's repressed dream now real. I looked up my mother's back, loving her lewdness as I had loved it the first time I saw it in that New Orleans hotel. I thought for a second I smelled gumbo again as I had then. I loved the slight inward turn of Mom's lower back, the gentle valley which blended into the outward turn of her upper back, the hypnotic swaying to and fro of her hair as she kissed Daddy and rubbed mother sex in my mouth. I watched Daddy's hands roam over her sexy back and her rounded hips. He grasped her cheeks and spread them for me, and I went up with tongue pointed to service my mother's pink little asshole. Her anus flinched and puckered when my tongue touched it. I licked her asshole and tasted its distinctive taste. She was able to relax, and I was able to insert my tongue up her rectum. I heard a gasp from up above and wriggled my tongue as much as possible in my mother's corridor. Daddy loosened his grip on the cheeks of her ass and squeezed my face with them. He opened and shut them on my face as I sucked and tongued Mommy's beautiful, sexy ass. When you suck asshole long enough, there comes a point at which you are abruptly taken up in a rush of consuming lust. It comes upon you without warning. You're sucking and feeling and tonguing and licking and looking and enhancing your pleasure by thinking about what you're doing, and WHAM! In an unexpected twinkling of an eye, you are suddenly assaulted by a flash flood of lust that lurches through your loins and pervades your entire body. It's the closest things to instantaneous orgasm you can have without having one. I went nuts between Mom's asscheeks. The woman with the sexiest, lewdest body I've ever lusted on must have expected it, having the range of experience she had, because she knew what to do. She went back to being Darlene in my mind, since what she did next wasn't all that motherly. Daddy got momentarily out of the way when the womanquake hit. Darlene bent over and reached between her legs and grasped me around the back of my head. She ass fucked me in the mouth. My hands went all over her. I couldn't feel fast enough and sensually enough at the same time. Darlene, my beautiful, tempestuous whore-mother fucked rapaciously and I sucked wildly at her shitpit. She lowered us down to the plush carpet to keep from breaking my neck, and I felt my head sink into a pillow Daddy had wisely provided when he saw what was happening to his wife and daughter. Mom sat on my mouth and moved seductively as I continued my not-so-graceful ravenous feeding frenzy. My hands couldn't make up their minds. They felt Mom's licentious body as she moved, they found her legs and pulled her down harder on my face, they squeezed my tits, they clawed at my mad pussy and slapped it. I was jerking all over in a sex fit and could find no release. My parents in their wisdom knew what to do. Mom grabbed my breasts and twisted and squeezed hard while Daddy pried my hands away from my cunt and held them down as he rammed into me with all his powerful thrust. He fucked me hard. Hard, hard, harder! He ravished my applauding cunt while keeping my dangerous hands pinned to the floor. Mom twisted and squeezed my breasts roughly and ground herself into my face and mouth. We all three cum at the same time, my mouth sucking Mom's cum into itself hungrily and my cunt sucking Daddy's cum into itself with an abnormal neediness not known among mortals or gods. We were a trine of demented demons lost in a boiling cauldron of steaming lust. We went at it forever, the three of us screaming animals in the throes of mind-blowing rapture humans are ill-designed to withstand. Our coasting down was a never-ending tough withdrawal period punctuated by aftershocks that threatened to shatter us. Daddy lurched and spurted again, and I responded by another wave of deep vaginal orgasm which tossed me about like Legion. My jerking face sent Mom off again, and I sucked in another mouthful and drank it. Daddy was the first to collapse. Drained of juice, he jerked from dry orgasmic aftershocks when he fell by the wayside. Mom lay herself down on my body and sucked Daddy's cum out of my cunt as I wrapped my legs around her head, my arms around her body, and cleaned her gently with my tongue. Christina strolled through the door, full of energy, and stood midst the orgiastic aftermath. "Any leftovers?" My mouth and pussy were satiated, as was my throat. Darlene's pussy and asshole had been used and cleaned, and her mouth was full of daughter fuck and daddy cum. Daddy's dick was taking a nap after its valiant performance down my throat and up my cunt. "Daddy's mouth," I reported. "Everything else in the room has temporarily retired. What happened to Mr. Atkins?" "Poor old fellow. He kissed me all over. Then he was lying flat of his back on the floor, and I walked over and put my foot in his face, and he cum in his pants. He went home." She walked over to Daddy and looked down at him. "Hi, Daddy." "Your sister anesthetized my penis." "Wanna suck some daughter fuck?" He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Christina stood astride his face and lowered herself slowly down to his waiting mouth. She closed her legs over his face and rode at a fast trot. Daddy ran his hands over those goddess legs and hips and up his daughter's back. Christina spread her legs and rested her wrists on her knees. With her feet beside his face and her legs bent out over him, she looked for all the world like a beautiful human frog sitting comfortably on her lily pad ready to jump. She had to stretch her neck and bow it slightly to look down and watch him lick, and something about that picture made it stick in my mind to this very day. "Lick, Daddy." Oh, God, there she went with the words that drive me crazy and send men into orbit. Unconsciously, I had adopted many of her strange expressions, but they always sounded sexier when Christina used them. "Suck daughter fuck, Daddy." Never spoken harshly, never an amateurish attempt to make it sound nasty, never melodramatic or artificial, Christina would simply say the words in that boudoir velvet voice and send chills up my spine and a tingling through my loins. "Incestuous lust in your mouth from your sexy daughter fuck fuck fucking in your mouth mouth mouth." God, that voice. You could cultivate orchids in it. If Christina spoke to a potato, a cook would have only to mash it and serve it. "Mushy mushy gooey gooey girl fuck slime." On the other hand, her brain's verbal facility was sometimes the unwitting fool of her pussy, a relay station that did the best it could to translate primeval messages from her cave into words simulating real language. Still, what she said had a certain primitive if arcane logic, don't you think? "Hunh hunh hunh fuck, hunh hunh hunh fuck, hunh hunh hunh fuck." A prehistoric cadence which archaeologists found inscribed on a clay phallus twenty thousand years old. Some scholars believe extraterrestrials introduced the meter to the planet. Others are convinced the beat and the phallus on which it was etched are unique to Earth and its creatures. "Ohhh, shit my fuck! Aieeee, Daddieee! Sweet cumming Jesus my sweat cum fuck eat sex spit slime goo fuck." Most definitively unique to our species. A later evolutionary development, I believe, when the human brain passed from preverbal to inchoate speech patterns. Early attempts to articulate orgasmic convulsion have never really been improved upon in spite of sincere efforts of writers and linguists through the ages of written and oral history. Christina thrashed and writhed and screamed and moaned in the desultory drama of her sexual seizure. Rendered completely inarticulate now, she babbled in indecipherable noises of exotic tongues never heard in this galaxy. At the end, she just sat slumped over on Daddy's face, involuntary tremors convulsing her randomly in aberrant paroxysms as though impish demons were smiting her and darting away. When Daddy lay her backwards on his body, I beheld the awe-inspiring resilience of the male apparatus. So did my mother who had been watching from her sticky vantage point on my Mound of Venus where her face had been resting. She crawled off me and toward the beacon of my father's lighthouse. Christina, her face upside down on Daddy's belly, must have seen a most peculiar vision in her delirium, for Darlene straddled the redolent tower of love which leaned nonchalantly against her daughter's forehead. I crawled toward their junction and viewed the scene in close-up from the backside. It was a weird stroboscopic effect that was produced by my mother's up and down movements on Daddy's erect cock as they fucked in their daughter's faces. When Mom went up, I peered briefly into the inverted eyes of my sister until Mom's descending ass and cunt momentarily cut off the view. Too long at that causes eccentric discharges of neurons across the brain, a waking nightmare of upside down eyes, penises, mother organs and father symbols, a veritable kaleidoscope of distorted percepts. When these are mixed with the human brain's inherent attempt to synthesize its experiences into a coherent understanding, the result is a frightening symbolism of psychosis. Christina and I must both have feared mental derangement from it, for we moved at the same time to participate in the parental coupling. Turning our heads sideways, we met face to face with our mouths forming soft braces at the base of our father's maleness. Fearing she would tamp her daughters flat from her pile driving action, our mother found a pace and force that contributed pure sexual delight to all four of us. As Christina and I tried to kiss and tongue each other's mouths around Father Lingam, Mother Yoni descended and sandwiched our faces in the squishy parental union of genitalia which had created us. The symbolism augmented the carnality, and Christina and I masturbated as Mommy and Daddy fucked on our sucking faces. Myth, taboo, totem, and archetype came together in our ancient souls, and we partook of each other in a family ritual that seemed itself older than dawn. I pictured myself in a mountain cave of prehistory safe from predators engaging in a familial tribal ceremonial which gave honor to the gods, themselves incestuous and concupiscent. The gods and goddesses of reproduction, of fertility, of male and female principle, were surely as much the deities of humans as of crops, and our union was deified by principalities of nature older by millennia than any god known in written history. Besides all that, we cum all over the place, Christina and I competing for mother fuck and daddy cream while being bashed into near senselessness. It was a scene -- nay, a sacred pagan sacrament -- we would repeat many times in the years to come, for we had bonded that night and vowed our union would never split asunder no matter what befell us. We were more than a family in a modern world, a mere sociological institution sanctioned by the state. No, we were an ancient tribe, a people blessed and sanctified by Nature Herself, fused inseparably into a unit that would withstand the attempts by man and God to sunder it. That is to say, we were the cummingest goddamned family that ever lived and intended to stay that way. Ricky Alvarez, doctor of sociology, called me one night with a finely tuned argument for letting him come over and fuck me and Christina and Darlene. He pointed to a fact of anthropology which the family took seriously: exclusive tribes that did not interfuck with outsiders had always become extinct. We decided to include selected others in our activities while maintaining our core commitment to the tribe of Barrett and Maynard. We made a list and began immediately. --end Chapter 12--