Tom bundled up his pack and started to hike back to his cabin. The day was sweltering, easily 100 degrees he guessed. As he passed through the woods, the trees seemed to droop in the heat. But Tom was happy. He loved the outdoors. He could hike these woods for hours. In fact he had hiked the woods for many hours over the course of the summer. Tom had been up in the woods for almost 7 weeks now, making do with very little, and living comfortably in the rustic northwoods environment. Today was the day he was scheduled to head back to civilization, and he knew he would miss the solitude to which he had become accustomed. On his last day in paradise, it would take more than 100 degree weather to keep him from enjoying himself.
Tom bounced easily down a deer path in the woods. To the unaccustomed eye, there was no path at all. But Tom moved through the underbrush easily, weaving through the trees and bushes and adroitly avoiding hazards such as stinging nettles and poison ivy. The day's atmosphere was still and heavy, but Tom was strong enough and had enough energy to move quickly through the heat and humidity, with a smile on his face.
He had spent nearly seven weeks on some untamed land in the northwoods. The property was his family's, but there wasn't much on it. There was an abandoned old farmhouse, but nobody ever even went inside of it these days. It was decrepit and could maybe collapse if disturbed. Tom had been sleeping in a one-room cabin. He had built the cabin with his father several years back. They used wood from the property and built it in the style of settlers. It wasn't the best piece of construction, but for two amateurs it was pretty good, and Tom was proud of it. His extended family often used the property for camping, but this summer, Tom decided to stay for a longer amount of time. He wanted some time away from it all before starting college. So he left his computer, cell phone, and most other trappings of civilization, and took off to the cabin for almost seven weeks. Today was the day he was supposed to be picked up.
As Tom emerged from the woods into the clearing where the cabin was, he saw that his family's red station wagon was already parked nearby. He felt a rather complex bit of emotion wash over him. He had spent nearly two months in solitude, and he really enjoyed it. He wasn't feeling all that eager to get back to the hustle and bustle of social living. On the other hand, he was glad to see his loved ones. It made him feel good to know that they were thinking about him and were there so early in the day, apparently eager to pick him up.
As Tom bounded out of the woods into the sun-drenched clearing, his sister Leah saw him and smiled. She noticed that Tom cut a quite attractive feature. He was wearing shorts, socks and hiking boots. His torso was bare and deeply tanned, as it appeared that he hadn't worn a shirt for most of his stay. Leah marveled at her brother's physique. He looked like an ad in a magazine. He was well-muscled, but not bulky, with the physique of someone who exercised regularly, but did not lift weights.
Leah ran to hug her younger brother. When they met his Jeremiah Johnson beard rubbed roughly against her cheek as he kissed her. He also lifted her up easily and swung her around. In his strong arms, she felt weightless, like it was no effort at all to handle her 120 pounds.
Stepping away from her brother, she could see through his beard, where his boyish smile bared a bright healthy set of teeth.
"Well, Mr. Outdoorsman, turns out the bears didn't eat ya after all."
"Nope. They knew I'd just kill and eat them first!" Tom's voice felt funny in his throat. Still, he playfully snapped his teeth aat his sister, playing like a wild animal.
"Hey, there he is!" Both Leah and Tom turned their heads to see their mother Tess approach. Tom smiled, just as glad to see Tess as he was to see Leah. Leah's gaze, however, darkened a bit, even as she continued to smile.
Tess marveled as she approached. In the glare of the sun, it was as if she had stumbled upon a couple of Greek gods, gathered in an Elysian field. Tom seemed to pulse with raw, natural masculinity, with his sweaty torso, and dirty khaki shorts which he wore sagging on his hips. To her trained eye, it did not appear as if underwear were a valued commodity for her nature-loving son. But next to Tom, was the equally beautiful Leah. On that hot day she wore minimal clothing. Up from her slim torso poked two perky handfuls of breasts. Tracing her curves downwards, Tess took in her daughter's shapely rump, and long, tanned legs. But as Leah turned toward her Tess could read Leah's lively green eyes well enough to know that, as pleased as Leah was to see her brother, she was still pissed off at Tess, and rightly so.
Tess kissed her son on the lips, through his beard, and pulled him hard against her breasts. A jolt of electricity coursed through her body. Her son's altered, rustic appearance made him feel something like a stranger. A spectacularly sexy stranger, that is. Combined with his manly scent and his exposed muscles, his embrace immediately flooded Tess' pussy. Oh, not again, she thought. She had always been very physically sensitive, and easily turned on. As a teenager in the seventies, that made her a very popular girl indeed. But as an adult, and quite recently, it had landed her in some trouble. She chastised herself for getting turned on by her own son, and hoped that her nipples were not poking through her shirt. What would Leah think if she noticed? Getting turned on by her own son? Tess couldn't deny it was happening, but she was desperate to hide it from Leah. Tess was worried that Leah would think her mother was an irredeemable hussy, and they would never repair their relationship.
The three family members walked to Tom's cabin, to "pack" the few amenities that Tom had taken with him to the cabin. Tom led the way, and both women followed behind. Each woman tried not to notice the athletic movements of Tom in front of him. He moved his six foot frame easily, as he took long, smooth paces, balancing each step on the balls of his feet. With each swinging step, the top of his glutes pulsed above his shorts, giving a teasing indication of his hard ass to each of his female family members.
Conversation remained minimal. The women seemed to have yielded to Tom's usual quietude. Tom was glad for the initial lack of chatter. He could be as much of a talker as anyone, but it would take some time to adjust. Out here, in nature, under the oppressive heat, any conversation beyond what was necessary just seemed out of place.
It was true that the heat was one reason for the lack of chatter. Both women were struggling to keep up with Tom's pace. But they were also focusing on suppressing inappropriate sexual thoughts. Neither had succeeded. Leah's nipples were practically on display. She wore a tight cotton tanktop with no bra. Her pink areolas didn't tend to show through the thin material, but now that her nipples were hard, she was regretting her decision to not wear a bra, even despite the heat. Tess was also turned on, but fortunately, she wore a blouse that was made of a sturdier material, which tended to obscure the exact contours of her nipples. Plus, her larger breasts were slightly less sensitive than her daughter's. Nevertheless, both women were doing a poor job of hiding their arousal.
It didn't take long to gather Tom's rudimentary supplies. In the tight confines of the cabin, the three family members could not avoid slightly brushing each other, as they helped gather Tom's stuff. Nobody complained about these touches. But Leah did seem to pay close attention to any contact between Tess and Tom. Tess knew she was on a pretty short leash as far as Leah was concerned.
Soon everything was safely stowed in the trunk of the car.
"Well, do you guys want to take a quick dip in the lake before you get back in the car?"
The question took the ladies by surprise.
"I mean, its barely 11 oclock. You guys can't possibly be excited to get back in the car and drive another four hours. Why not take a little while to cool down and have some fun, as long as you're here?"
Tess did not want to appear eager to see her children strip down and take a dip in the lake. "I don't know, Tom. Its supposed to thunderstorm this afternoon..." Leah as well was somewhat hesitant. She was self-conscious enough with the way her tits were pressed against her shirt, and she hadn't packed a swimming suit. "I dunno, I didn't really bring anything to go swimming in..."
Tom assessed the situation. Both women's nipples were on display. He surmised that they were simply reticent about stripping down and going swimming in their underwear, or in the nude. But he could also tell that they were hot and would probably appreciate a dip before piling back in the car. He decided to simply ignore their weak protests.
"Come on," he said. "I'm not quite ready to leave paradise yet until I take one last swim." As he said it he raised his arms and walked away from the women towards the lake. With his arms raised, silhouetted by the glaring sun, he appeared majestic. The beauty of the image itself led the women to forget what they had said, and follow Tom towards the lake.
Tom knew it would be slightly awkward. Although the family had been swimming at the lake several times, they had never been without swimming suits. He was well aware that the ladies were not wearing bras, so at the very least they would be involved in a wet t-shirt contest. He decided to just jump in and start swimming. He figured that they would figure out how to join him on their own. Tom jumped in, and swam underwater to the other side of the lake.
Standing at the edge of the water, Leah and Tess hesitated. Neither woman wanted to get her clothes wet and have to sit in damp clothing on the long ride back.
Leah realized that her mother, gunshy about her recently indiscretions, would not be the one to suggest the only viable solution: that they strip down and jump in naked. But Leah was also pissed at her mom, so she didn't want to tell her it would be alright to swim naked. Instead, she just pulled off her shirt, exposing her white breasts and pink nipples to the open air. Then she pulled off her shorts and panties, and without making eye contact, dove in to the water.
Tess soon followed suit, stripped down and jumped in. It felt exquisite to escape the heat into the depths of the cool, spring-fed water. For a moment, as her body sluiced through the cool water, all her troubles disappeared, she just felt free to exult in the pleasure of the moment. As the momentum of her dive slowed, she floated still in water, and felt very content. Then she realized she also felt the urge to reach down and stroke herself, to stave off the feelings of lust. Then she thought back to the lust she experience six days prior. And then, as if in a blink of an eye, all of her troubles were back again.
Treading water, Tess looked across the pond. She saw her two children wrestling. A spasm of jealousy sped through her, before she checked herself and realized that Leah hadn't done anything wrong. Still, she noticed how Tom was manhandling his sister's body, and sometimes brushing her breasts above water, and god-knows-what below water. As the two wrestled, she knew that their play was not perfectly innocent. Two young, sexy bodies such as those could not help but react to the situation, no matter that they were siblings.
Tess didn't mind really. What she cared most about was getting her family back. Or, if that wasn't possible, at least not losing her children. She knew that what she had to tell Tom on the ride home would not be pleasant. Thinking it through in her mind had the beneficial effect of distracting her from the sexual stimulus of her children's naked wrestling. She decided to leave them to do their thing while she swam serenely back and forth, doing the breaststroke, and letting the cool water slip past her while she considered how she would describe the situation to Tom.
After thirty minutes, Tess was still swimming back and forth. Looking up, though, she saw that Tom and Leah were back on the shore. She winced as she saw that Tom's shorts had somehow come off. She caught sight of his cock just as he stepped back into his wet shorts. It was not quite hard but not flaccid either. It was also, from what Tess could see from her position in the lake, a very serviceable piece of equipment. As he pulled his shorts over his seven inch cock, Tess ducked her head under the water and made her way to join her kids on the shore. Stepping out of the water, she saw that Leah was still naked. The two of them looked similar. Tess was clearly the older woman, but she retained the slim shape of her youth. Both women had the same blond hair and green eyes, which were mostly playful, but could turn fierce in a moment. Standing in the sun, Tess could see that Leah was almost dry. The few drops of remaining water sparkled with sunlight on her daughter's perfect skin. In particular, Tess noticed a drop of water sliding down Leah's taut belly, just past her navel, and picking up speed as it traveled over her daughter's shaved pubis. The lucky little drop disappeared into her daughter's nether regions.
Leah realized her mother was staring at her pussy. Good lord! Was this woman totally perverted, she asked herself. But as she considered the issue, she remembered how her mother had restrained herself, swimming back and forth, while Leah herself took every opportunity to enjoy the feel of Tom's sexy body. She had almost lost control of herself when she playfully unbuttoned Tom's shorts and "stole" them. In the process she "accidentally" grasped his hardening cock momentarily. She also knew that she was anything but upset about the feel of her brother's strong hands fleetingly passing over her breasts, her ass and even her pussy while they wrestled.
Tom also found himself aroused. He had been nearly 7 weeks without female companionship, or any kind of companionship for that matter. He hadn't masturbated. Not that he was above masturbating. He realized that he might need some sort of release. But it just didn't feel right, out there in nature, to be jerking himself off. So he didn't. But now, all of the sudden, he was in close contact with two beautiful naked women. It was a little more than he could bear. He normally wouldn't have taken such liberties, wrestling naked with his sister, but her soft breasts and ass, and the tantalizingly feels of her pussy lips, were difficult to resist. Each time his naked cock had brushed against her supple skin, it sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
The three family members stood, almost motionless, in the heat of the midday. The women dried themselves under the rays of the sun, and kept their eyes shut. Tom's eyes took advantage of his sister's and mother's bodies, while he had the opportunity. He appreciated each and every curve of their gorgeous bodies, and took a moment or two to let his sight linger over the two shaved pussies. Had his mother always shaved her pussy? The thought of his mother as a sexual person made him almost dizzy with excitement. While the three figures stood, silent and motionless, in the warmth of the pounding August sun, the only discernable movement was the growing tent of Tom's shorts.
Finally, Leah snapped to, and pulled her clothes on. Tess followed suit, and the three wordlessly trekked to the car and got ready for the drive towards home.
The three were still caught in the silent thrall of the woods for the first twenty minutes of the drive. They kept the windows down, and let the sound of rushing air fill the silence as they raced back to civilization. Leah sat in front and kept her lips pursed, self-righteously waiting for Tess to start speaking. Tom sat in the back seat, adjusting to the sensation, once again, of an automobile. He kept quiet, sensing some tension building in the front seat. Tess, for her part, sat there dreading what she was obliged to divulge. Outside, the heat was still there, but it was tempered by the air rushing through the open windows. On the horizon, in front of the car and to the west, an ominous darkness gathered.
Eventually, figuring that she had to do it anyways, Tess began:
"Tom, honey, I need to tell you about something that happened while you were away." Realizing it was hard to hear, Tess rolled the windows up.
"This is very hard for me to say," Tess started. Leah's eyes darkened, showing no sympathy for her mother's plight.
"Well, your father has been on the road a lot. We've been married for twenty years, and he is a very powerful man. I guess, what I'm trying to say, is that your father and I have not been as close in recent years, physically speaking, as I might have liked. I can't say for sure, but what with your father spending so much time in New York and Beijing, well, I don't know, but I guess, I maybe don't rank as highly with your father as at one time I might have."
"Are you saying dad's cheating on you?" Tom asked, his blood rising.
"Bullshit, mom. You have no proof of that!" Leah chimed in. Her blood was rising too, as she considered anew what her mother had done.
"No, honey. Leah's right. I don't know if he is or isn't. I was just trying to say that I'm a forty-five your old woman, but I'm still a woman. And without your father around, well, I guess, I don't have any ways for dealing with, well, for dealing with any sexual needs that I may have."
Leah stared out the window. Her mood matched the roiling gray sky that they were driving straight towards. She realized that her mom was trying to lay the groundwork for some sort of excuse for her behavior. And she clearly did not consider Tess's excuse to be adequate. But she decided to keep quiet and let her mother proceed.
Tom, for his part, remained quiet too, curious what his mother was about to say.
"Anyways, as you know, your father's been gone for quite some time. And, well, I try my best to keep faithful, I do. I have basically worn out my vibrator"
"Mom!" Leah shrieked. Tom's mind reeled.
"Sorry. Well, I might as well just tell you what happened. Leah invited her friends over for her birthday party last weekend. Because she's 21, I let her get a keg, and bring booze and set up a real full-blown party out by the pool. Her friends came over at around noon and started drinking quite heavily. They played games where you flip over these cups of beer after drinking them."
Tom almost chuckled.
"And there were all these young women and men there having a good time. I figured I would join them. Now, I don't drink that much normally, and it was a real hot sunny day."
A bolt of lightning streaked down in front of them. Tess flinched at the wheel. It took about 5 seconds for the thunder to reach them. In front of them the sky was swirling gray and black. It was clear they were in for a heck of a storm.
"I had made sandwiches and taken them out to the pool. And Leah's friends were real fun and friendly. I just wanted to have a good time. One of her friends, his name was Bone I think, well, I don't remember, someone, made me a drink with grapefruit juice and vodka. It tasted so good out there, on the pool deck, with it being so hot out. I barely could taste any alcohol. Plus, her friends were having such a good time, and they were all so friendly. They made me another drink, and another. Before I knew it it was almost evening. There were lots of people at the party."
Another lightning strike electrified the sky in front of them. This time it took 3 seconds for the sound of thunder to crash over them. Tess, nervy from her confession, flinched again.
"I don't know how many drinks I had. But the party was really wild. There were over 100 people there. And there was music. I guess at some point I put on a bikini."Leah's brow furrowed more. There was more lightning.
Noticing Leah's reaction, Tess admitted, "It was a very small bikini. I don't know why I chose to wear it. My nipples were barely covered. And I was drinking a lot, gosh, I don't even know how much I drank. Those young boys just kept handing me drinks. And before I know it its evening, and I found myself inside talking to these three boys who said they knew Leah from high school. They were very friendly, and they were standing near me, in the kitchen. One of them said he liked my swimsuit, and asked if I had any more swimsuits like that. I'm not used to people paying a lot of attention to me these days, and it felt goo-"
A ferocious lightning strike interrupted her. The storm seemed like it was about to envelop them. The sky was almost totally dark in front of them, despite it being 2 pm. Lightning struck down frequently, and it was hard to tell what thunder came from what lightning strike. This was going to be a massive storm, they all knew.
"And I know I shouldn't have, but I told them I did have some bikinis that I could show them, up in my room. So I took these three boys upstairs and -"
"It was the Daniels boys!" Leah interjected. She had to speak loudly over the sound of the gathering storm.
"Mom! You took the Daniels boys to your bedroom!"
"I was drunk. I didn't know who they were. I just liked the attention they were giving me. Anyways, I went to my closet and grabbed a bikini that I wanted to show them. It was one that I've never had the courage to wear before. I was just feeling so good, and so glad that three muscle bound young men wanted to see me model for them."
The clouds in front of them began to differentiate somewhat. There was an initial layer of black clouds, which was roiling with activity, and shooting out lightning. But beyond that, the sky took on an eerie green color, which despite its lighter tones, seemed completely unnatural, and no less threatening than the thunderclouds. They could tell that the clouds were filled with rain, but it was not yet raining. Winds were buffeting the car from side to side on the road.
Tess had paused. She was scared about the storm, but more scared about telling her son she had fucked three boys in her marital bed. Apparently, these Daniels boys had a bit of a reputation, even her young son knew of them. She decided now or never. She was almost shouting over the sound of the ripping winds.
"I fucked them!" She nearly screamed. At that moment, a torrent of rain poured over them, spattering violently on the surface of the car.
Tom had gathered that that was what happened. But hearing his mother say it, and say the word "fuck" really surprised him. His mind flashed back to the image of his mother's bare breasts and pussy on the edge of the water. It seemed like days ago. It was so sunny, still and serene as they stood indulging in each other's erotic nakedness. Now he was hearing his mother tell him she had been fucked by three brothers, in her own bed, and the sky was the exact opposite from what it was 3 hours earlier. He found himself clenching his fists. His cock was rock hard.
Against the angry silence of her children, and the angry wind and rain outside, Tess yelled, "I didn't know what I was doing! I was drunk! I was horny! They touched my breasts and my pussy! And the way they grabbed me felt good! And one of them starting fucking my pussy which hasn't been fucked in months! It just felt, so, good!"
By this time, she was sobbing, as was Leah. Overhead, the storm had turned dangerous. 70 mile per hour winds whipped the car to and fro. Rain pelted the window so hard that the wipers couldn't clear it away fast enough.
Then all of the sudden the rain stopped. It brightened slightly, a weird, green light. Unsure what was happening, inside or outside the car, Tess skidded to a stop.
The three stepped out of the car and looked around. They were on a county highway, but they were alone. Farmland stretched as far as they could see.
Each of the three family members was breathing hard, scared, and also turned on. They were filled with both unresolved feelings about Tess's recent disclosure, as well as apprehension about the storm.
The tense silence was pierced by Leah's shriek. She screamed and pointed. But as she did a furious blast of wind whipped over them, stealing the sound from her throat. To the southwest a funnel cloud tore downwards from the sky. It skimmed along the ground, clearly wreaking havoc on the ground it touched. It was wide, and it looked like it was heading towards them.
Adrenalin shot threw Tom's veins. He grabbed his mom, and pushed her towards the back seat. He jumped into the drivers seat and turned the car around, headed back eastwards. Rocketing down the road at 70 miles per hour, he kept an eye on the tornado behind them. It seemed as if they were losing ground and the tornado was chasing them specifically.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a house. He slammed the breaks and jerked the wheel to the left. Pulling up to the farmhouse, he scanned for a storm cellar and found it.
The three of them jumped out of the car and raced to the cellar. They tried to open it, but it was bolted from the inside. Tom hoped that meant that somebody was inside. He pounded on the door with all his might and yelled, hoping to distinguish the racket he was causing from the racket caused by the storm. Mercifully, the door unbolted. Tom grasped the door to pull it open but it was caught by the wind, and it flew open. As it swung outward, the door caught Tess on the temple and her world went black.
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Tess came to and blinked away the fuzziness from her vision. She was in a well-kempt room with no windows. Its sturdy stone cellar walls were neatly whitewashed. She was on a comfortable couch, with a feather pillow. Feeling tired, she rolled over and fell back asleep.
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Tess woke up to the sounds of shouting.
"You stay away from her, you bastard." Tom shouted, but his voice was hoarse, and the helplessness in his voice was obvious.
"I ain't gonna do nothing ain't gonna make her feel good, now. Don't you worry." The voice was not one that Tess recognized. It was deep and confident, and its speaker spoke slowly.
Tess blinked and sat up. She realized she was constrained. Her wrists were tied with rope, but whoever had tied her had lined the loops of rope around her wrists with, could it be velvet? Yes, she thought. She was tied with velvet lined rope. As she adjusted her position, a rush of pain jolted to her head. She remembered the storm cellar, the struggle to open the door, and vaguely, the jarring sensation of the door making contact with the side of her head. She reached to feel her temple. It was tender, but the skin was not broken.
Then Tess looked up and focused on the room. She saw a carpet, a man in a rocking chair, her son, tied in similar velvet-lined loops of rope, sitting on a couch on the right side of the room. On the left side of the room, her daughter was in the same position. Although, her daughter's ankles were also tied, and Leah wasn't wearing any clothes. Tess saw the clothes piled, in strips on the ground next to her daughter's couch.
"Well looky here. Looks like mom's all recovered from her little knock on the head. Ain't that right mom?"
Tess focused on the figure in the rocking chair. He wore a red flannel shirt and blue jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms and obvious muscle. In his right hand he held a stick with a feather at its end.
"I guess you folks had some trouble with that twister. That right, mom?"
Tess didn't reply. She was trying to get her bearings. It was difficult what with the pounding headache.
"Don't believe I have ever, in my whole time on this earth, seen a twister quite so bad. I reckon I'm lucky it didn't bear right down over this house. Twister like that, could take the whole house right along with it, I reckon."
Tess observed more closely. The man was in his middle ages. He spoke with an exaggerated accent. But it wasn't any accent she recognized. He clearly was some kind of freak hick asshole, having tied them up and taken Leah's clothes off. But he also took care to put velvet, of all things, on their constraints.
As Tess gave him the once over, she realized how the bastard had been entertaining himself. He twitched the feather in his hand, and is landed deftly on Leah's right nipple. He slowly swirled it over her breast, her cheek, her ear, her other breasts, down her ribcage, up over her breasts, with special attention to her nipples, and against her neck. Leah was sitting on her couch, in a seemingly comfortable position. Her arms were constrained, but she had just enough give to hold them by her sides.
It appeared as if Leah was no longer struggling. She was resigned to the pervert's feather as it traced over her nubile curves.
"Leave my daughter alone, you bastard," spat Tess.
"Oh, she won't be harmed. Your young son there, he's been singing the same song, but it don't do much good."
He twitched the feather again. It moved over her lips, which were slightly parted. It passed over her closed eyelids, and then again down over her body, her neck, her shoulders, up and over the curve of her breasts, her ribcage, stomach, and then further down, just below her belly button, where he dallied, swiping from side to side, stopping at her hip bone and the tracing slowly to the other side of her hip bone.
Tess tried again. "Leave her alone. This is rape. You'll be thrown in prison, you asshole!"
"I ain't rapin' nobody. Plus, I ain't ever heard no rape victim with nipples hard as diamonds, and a pussy just bout weepin' with sweet honey. No, I don't reckon this here feather a mine's raping your daughter. Though, way she been reacting lately, I'm not so sure she'd be complaining should someone offer'n rape her just now. Reckon she just might enjoy that sorta thing."
"He's been at it with that damn feather for hours," said Tom, from his couch. He sounded resigned.
"Young man over there, well, he yelled and screamed for a while. And young lady here, she struggled herself some too. But sooner'n later, they calmed down, and unless I'm just imaginin' things, well, I swear, both'n yer here children just about turned on as can be."
It was true. Tess could see that her daughter's pussy lips had bloomed and it was obvious that there was glistening fluids at the entrance to her daughter's young pussy. Her son, meanwhile, was sporting a massive hardon through his shorts.
"Matter of fact, this one here," he paused to wiggle the feather in Leah's navel, "well, she was just about moanin' before you done woke up. And your son, well, he'd given up hollerin' at me and was just enjoyin' the show, before you woke up too. He tried yellin' just now, put on a little show for you, be a noble son and whatnot."
He lowered the feather. It traced down past Leah's pussy and fluttered alternatively against her inner thighs. Then, slowly, he twitched it against her pussy lips, and over her clit.
Unable to control herself, Leah shuddered, and released a weak little moan. Out of shame, she kept her eyes shut, unwilling to meet the gaze of her mother or brother.
As her shudder subsided, a single trail of liquid seeped from her pussy and traveled down her left leg as she orgasmed from nothing more than the persistent touch of a feather.
"Well, that sure was exciting, wudn't it? Had yerself a lil' orgasm in front of yer mother and yer brother here."
The man stood up. He was an imposing figure, clearly over six feet and built like a rock. He wore tan workboots, which fell with authority on the cellar floor with each step he took. He walked toward Tess, and took her chin in his hand. His hand was massive. It felt calloused and rough against her well-preserved skin. Tilting her chin to the side, he examined her wound.
"Nothin' too bad, I don't reckon. May wanna keep on the lookout, though, should any more doors come flying yer way." He chuckled. It was an ominous sound, though.
"Tell me what you think about yer daughter's performance over here. Orgasming from nothin' more'n the touch of a feather? Why, she must be some kind a randy girl. Maybe a bit of a slut with the young fellers, is she?"
Tess spat at the man's face. He wiped it away and took a step back. He walked to the end of the rope that held her right hand. It was fastened to a loop on the end of the couch. He pulled it taut, forcing Tess's arm away from her body. Then he did the same with her other arm.
Slowly, the man walked to the other side of the room and grabbed a huge garden shears. Tess gasped and her heart raced with danger. She screamed. Oddly, though, neither her son or daughter, who looked on, looked too concerned.
"Now hush up, won't you? They can tell ya I'm in no kinda mood to go mess up such a pretty body as yours."
With that he put the metal to the side of her shorts. The metal felt cold and hard against her skin. It wasn't easy, but eventually he cut away the fabric of her shorts and underpants. Her clothes lay tattered on the floor and her bare pussy was exposed to the occupants of the room.
"Well, I can't say I'm surprised with your shaved pussy. You must be the one who taught young lady over here how ta tend the bushes down there, eh?"
He took a finger and pressed it in to her vagina. She was embarrassed at her wetness. He soon withdrew his finger and traced it up her pussy lips to her clit, which he rubbed for a moment. Tess's nipples poked through her shirt. She was mortified that this kidnapper-asshole-freak had turned her on sexually, and in front of her children!
"Please let us go. Do you want to fuck me? If I let you fuck me, can you let us go?" Tess pleased. From across the room, Leah noticed Tom's dick jump against the fabric of his shorts.
"No, mom. That's not what I want. You see, I can't fuck you." He said it through gritted teeth. For the first time, emotion came through in his voice. He paused and seemed to regain his composure.
"You see, I am what some people call a hard ass. Never lost a fistfight. Could pound most men to bits. I'm that way cuz I was in the United States Army. Felt like my country might have a need for someone like myself, so I joined up. Was in for fourteen years. Had a command post in Iraq, Fallujah to be exact. And whilst there, my pretty little mom, I took to leadin' a tour to ferret out some faggot towelhead terrorists, when one of them IUD's exploded. Took my nuts clean off. One moment I had a big swinging dick, with nuts so full they'd a filled you right up, and don't think I wouldn't a done it." He paused. Tess saw his face soften. "And the next minute I'm a goddamned eunuch."
Nobody said a thing. The family was relieved. Nobody would be raped, at least.
"So here you are, kidnapped and tied up by a hardass army man, who also happens to be a eunuch. Bet that ain't ever happened to ya." He paused, and then started pacing slowly to the other side of the room. He stopped at Leah and took a nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezed. Then he let go.
"So I bet yer wonderin' what comes next. What's a hard-ass eunuch want with some pretty little city folks, like you all." He paused again, and grabbed his feather stick. He ran it slowly over Tess's body. Even through all the tension, and perhaps because of it, the feeling was exquisite.
"I gave my balls for this country. Two of 'em. And now you folks, who ain't ever gonna see a shithole terrorist haven like Fallujah, well, you're gonna give me something in exchange for my balls. Each of you owe me one task for each of my balls that I lost. Got that? There's three of you all, and I lost two balls. So, I reckon that's six tasks you all are gonna do before I let you all outta this here cellar."
All three family members breathed another sigh of relief. He was going to let them go! But after that they thought about the six tasks. What sick shit would he make them do?
"You all just about ready? Because I got your six tasks in mind."
Apparently the man was waiting for their response.
Leah piped up first. "Lets just get it over with." She said it more to her mom and brother than to the man. She knew they were in for a crazy experience, and since she was the one who gave her mom so much grief for her infidelity, she felt she needed to make it clear that she was ready to do what was necessary to get out of this jam. Both Tess and Tom also nodded their agreement.
"Good. Well, I tell ya what. Since you all are such good sports, I'll go easy on you with the first one. Mom, I want you to come over here and give your young daughter here a kiss."
The man went over to Tess and started to untie her bonds. "Now I'm gonna untie you now, because I want you to be able to kiss your daughter proper, but I don't want you to make me do anything unpleasant." As he said it he nodded over at the garden shears. It wasn't necessary. Tess was certain that she had no chance physically to escape from this man. She hoped that Tom wouldn't try anything either. It was better to just do what he wanted and hope he let them go.
Released, Tess moved over to her daughter. She wasn't sure what to do. It was hard to even make eye contact with her daughter. So she went over and sat next to her. She stroked Leah's hair. But Leah sat still. Tess wasn't sure if Leah was still mad about her behavior at the party last weekend or what. She leaned to her daughter's ear and whispered, "Baby, I'm sorry, just let mommy give you a kiss."
She felt her daughter's resistance falter. Almost instinctively, Tess put her hand on Leah's waist, pulling her in to her lips. Leah tensed up again. It was clear to Tess that Leah was just uncomfortable kissing a woman, and the fact that that woman was her mom just made it worse. Tess had had a few lesbian experiences during her wild youthful days, but she was pretty sure the experience would be new for Leah.
Tess moved her lips towards Leah's and pressed them against her daughter's lips. She held them there, letting her daughter adjust to having her lips pressed against another woman's. Slowly, Tess opened her lips around her daughter's upper lip. She let her tongue slip slowly between them, wetting her daughter's lips. She felt her daughter recoil at the slippery sensation of her mother's tongue sliding ever so slightly into her mouth. Leah turned her head to the side, away from her mother.
"Well that sure as shit ain't gonna get the job done, is it? If I went into Iraq with that kinda effort, I'd a gotten more'n my balls blown off. You all better get goin', cuz I don't have much patience for this kinda bullshit. That I can tell ya fer sure."
Leah turned her head back towards her mother with disgust. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. As her mother tried to kiss her, Leah basically tried to fend her mother's tongue off with her own. While Tess tried her best to simulate a deep romantic, french kiss, Leah did everything she could to avoid it.
After about a minute of the awkward kissing, the man told them to stop. "That sure as shit don't cut it. Nobody pays off their debt on account of my balls fer that bullshit. I hope you, little lady, fix yer attitude up, cuz at this rate, yer gonna rot down in this here cellar."
"Mom, go kiss yer son."
Tess was feeling a little desperate. If Leah wasn't gonna cooperate, it was likely that the man wouldn't let them out of the cellar.
Tess went over to her son and instead of sitting next to him, she straddled his legs. Her naked pussy pressed againt his throbbing crotch as she leaned in and started to kiss. Getting her son's cooperation was no problem. He eagerly leaned back into his mother and their tongues playfully dueled. Tess could feel her son's lust and she could feel that he was not pretending for the sake of the man. He was really enjoying kissing her. He was even making barely audible little grunts from the back of his throat as they made out.Leah lost track of time, as she lost herself in the kiss. Then she felt her son's hand creep up and grasp her breast. She wasn't sure if the man could see, but she thought it was a bad idea to show the man that Tom was enjoying it. It might make him think of even crazier tasks. So although she wanted to feel her son's strong hand on her breast, she pushed him away and broke off the kiss. As Tess stood up she felt the cold stare of her daughter's hatred. Tess couldn't even look her in the eye.
The man clapped slowly. "Now that's what I'm talking bout. You two was going at it like a prom date in a limousine. Real nice effort with that, there, son. I didn't know better, might a thought you was enjoyin' yerself. Now, I am proud to say that that performance right there earns you all one of my balls. Juts five more left, and you've earned yer freedom."
The man noted the tension between mother and daughter. He looked at Leah and said, "That kinda attitude sure ain't gonna work out fer you down here, missy. Yer mom just did a good piece a work toward savin' yer pretty lil' hide. Least you could do is not stare at 'er like she some kinda evil bitch." He paused. "Least ways, yer gonna be doin' much more'n that 'fore you get yerself up and outta here."
"Matter a fact, the next task is for you. And I picked out somethin' special fer ya. Gonna make sure you do it right, cuz if ya don't, well there's an easy way to tell."
The man disappeared around the corner. Before he came back, Tess and Tom looked pleadingly at Leah. They both knew she could be stubborn, but they hoped against hope that she would play along with this man's perverted games. The man came back quickly, holding a stopwatch.
"Little lady, you'd better get yerself limbered up cuz I'm raisin' the stakes here. Your task is to give yer brother here a blowjob. But there's a twist. If this here stopwatch goes off before he's cum in yer mouth and you've swallowed each and every bit of his seed, well, then you won't have earned yer ball fer this task. And if that happens, I'm gonna take that ball directly from yer brother." As he said that, he nodded at the garden shears. His meaning was not lost on anyone in the room.
"Please Leah, do what the man says," pleaded Tess.
The man undid Leah's restraints. "Clock's runnin' ladies. Six minutes."
Leah was done being petulant. She moved quickly over to Tom. First, she kissed him and whispered in his ear, "I don't mind this task one bit." That statement was the best thing Leah could have done. For one thing, it turned on Tom to know that his sister was pleased to suck his cock. More importantly, though, it allowed Tom to relax, without fear that he was somehow abusing his innocent sister.
Leah expertly fished Tom's cock out of his shorts. It was big, and it was already rock hard. Leah thought to herself that with a cock this turned on, six minutes was time to make him cum twice. She wondered if he'd orgasmed at all while he was alone up in the woods. Part of her reasoned that it was impossible for a guy to go that long without cumming. But another part of her thought that maybe Tom was the kind of guy that wouldn't want to jerk off alone in the woods. It crossed her mind that he might have quite a substantial load of cum waiting for her.
She pulled his shorts off and licked up and down his cock. As she grasped his rod, she kissed and sucked on the head of his cock. There wasn't any precum, but she knew that some men didn't produce any, so she wasn't discouraged. She started stroking up and down with her hand while she engulfed his cockhead with her mouth. She loved the soft feeling of the skin of his penis, and the hardness underneath the skin.
Tom loved seeing the top of his sister's head as she gave her full erotic attention to making him cum. He had always looked at her as a paragon of innocent beauty. Her small mouth, with its slight overbite was exactly the kind of thing that most men dreamed of having suck on their cock. He loved how her blond hair draped over his lap, so it was known only to him what secret maneuvers she was deploying on his cock.
Of course, the man and Tess could see that Leah was working hard, to both of their delights. Her neck and back muscles tensed rhythmically as she moved up and down with coordinated sucking and lapping at her brother's dick. It made Tess's pussy even more wet to see the spectacle. She felt dirty but she realized that it was nice to see her daughter, who had given her such a hard time after finding her fucking three guys at a party, acting like a little slut herself. Tess was tempted to touch herself, but she resisted. The man was enjoying his show, and she didn't want to do anything to disturb what could be a volatile situation.
Leah was getting into the blowjob, and was really enjoying sucking and slurping, but she started to worry that he might not cum in time. She reached down and felt for his balls. They were the biggest, heaviest balls she had ever felt! She realized that with such heavy balls, and taking longer than she thought he would to cum, she might be in for a heck of a load of cum.
Just then, he brother's dick began that familiar spasm. She felt the cum begin to rise, and it felt like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her hand, which was wrapped around the base of his cock, felt like it was ahold of a fire hose, as the force of the liquid rushed through his pipe. The first spasm sprayed a big load of salty brine into the back of her throat.
Leah heard her brother moan, and it made her feel good that she had caused him so much pleasure. But she was also focused on the part of her task that involved swallowing all of his cum. She gulped. The heavy cream nearly made her gag as she swallowed, but she suppressed the urge. But despite having swallowed, her mouth was quickly filling up with spunk. Again, she swallowed quickly, wondering if his spurts would ever end. It still hadn't. It took her two more big gulps until her brother was finally spent. As she lapped up the final dribbles of sperm, she swelled with pride. She was proud of her brother's big cock, and his huge capacity to produce sperm, and she was proud that she had been able to make him come and to swallow it all. But before she removed her mouth from his cock, she went back to her sullen demeanor. She didn't want the man to know that she enjoyed herself performing one of his tasks.
With a loud final slurping sound, Leah took the cock from her mouth and stood up and walked back to her couch. She walked with attitude, swaying her naked hips and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She hoped the man couldn't tell how wet she was between her legs.
"Well done, little lady. I like the new attitude. How'd he taste?"
"He tasted great. Like strawberries and cream," Leah said, and she stuck her tongue out at the man.
"Well, you succeeded in your task. I don't see a drop of cum, I'm pretty damn sure that young man came in your pretty little mouth, and my clock says you have about a minute to spare."
"I'm an overachiever," Leah said.
"That's great to hear. Because you all have four more balls to earn. And yer second task is next. Since yer so damned good with yer mouth, I want you to give yer old mom there a ride on yer face. It'll be a good way fer ya to apologize fer refusin' ta kiss her proper earlier on."
Both Leah and Tess stiffened. Tess wished that the man had asked anything else. She would gladly lick her darling daughter's pussy, but she didn't want her daughter to have to lick her. Tess didn't want her daughter to see how turned on she was from watching her son get blown. Plus, she didn't know if Leah could deal with sucking on a woman's cunt for what she assumed would be the first time.
The man could sense the hesitation. "Now, it's a little bit difficult to verify whether or not you make yer mother cum. So I guess I'll just have to judge based on effort. Once again, for motivation, I'll remind you that one of yer brother's recently emptied balls is on the line."
Leah was starting to panic a little. She was grossed out at the idea of licking pussy, especially her mom's pussy. She didn't know if she could convincingly lick her mother to orgasm.
"I'm waiting."
Leah moved to her mother's couch. Like with her brother, she moved first to her mother's ear, and whispered, "you're prolly gonna like this, aren't you slut?"
Tess gasped, and her heart sank. The worst part is that her daughter was right! She was going to enjoy the feel of her little tongue snaking through her pussy lips. She was a slut! The realization made her care less about what her daughter thought about her. So what if she enjoyed sex? Was it her fault that she was in a loveless, and largely sexless, marriage? Suddenly, Tess lost patience with her daughter's moral bullying. Tess was glad that the little prude was going to have to lick her hot cunt! After all, Tess had just watched Leah suck her brother's cock, and it didn't look like it was the first time she'd gone down on a guy.
Tess grabbed her daughter and pulled her close. She whispered back, "Damn right, you little slut. Now lick mom's pussy clean, just like you sucked your little brother."
Leah had never been talked to like that, but it stirred something inside of her. She liked it that her mom called her a slut! All of the sudden, her mom's pussy wasn't a gross task that she had to pretend to lick. Instead, she looked at is as a challenge. Why couldn't she make her slut mother have an orgasm? She'd had her own pussy licked by several boys, and they never seemed to mind the taste. Why should she? Plus, she was a woman herself, and knew exactly what parts of a pussy to lick and suck to make a woman get off. She resolved to give her mother the best orgasm that her slut pussy had ever experienced.
Newly devoted to her task, Leah kissed her mom fiercely, swirling her tongue through her mother's lips, before sliding down and sucking briefly on each of her mother's hard nipples. It dawned on her that she had done this before, but under much different circumstances. She kissed little butterfly kisses trailing down her mother's abdomen.
The smell of her mother's arousal greeted her, but it didn't turn her off. She liked it. Leah started by sucking on her mother's clit. She created low pressure in her mouth, applying suction to her mom's clit, and meanwhile she delicately tongued the sensitive nub. She knew she was being a little rough with her mother but she didn't care. Her mom was probably so turned on that she was ready for any amount of sucking and licking on her clit.
Leah was right. Tess was completely surprised by the energy with which her daughter attended to her cunt. First she had sucked her clit, evoking involuntary moans of pleasure. And now she had flattened her tough and was licking up and down over the upper regions of Tess's pussy, and her clit. Then, completely taking Tess by surprise, Leah dipped her tongue deep into Tess's vaginal canal. the sweet taste of her mother's arousal was richest there, in the depths of her pussy. But it didn't matter to Leah. She was fully given over to the task of orally pleasuring her mother. She lost herself, moving her tongue and lips everywhere, seeking the greatest erotic effect on her mother's cunt.
Her efforts were not wasted. In no time, Tess loudly proclaimed that she was coming. Although the man initially suspected that the two women may try to fake an orgasm, there was no doubt as to the authenticity of Tess's orgasm. The man made eye contact with Tom, and they both shrugged with surprise at the vigor of the mother-daughter lovemaking.
After her initial orgasm, Tess started to talk. "Oh you little slut, lick mommy's pussy!" yelled Tess, before shrieking with pleasure.
"That's it, baby, suck my clit! Now stick your tongue in my pussy!" Tess put both hands on the back of her daughter's head and ground her pussy against her daughter's willing mouth. "Lick me baby! That's it, lick out your mommy's cunt!"
Leah heard her mom's instructions and followed each of them. She was quickly becoming a grade A pussylicker. But she knew that enjoying one's work is the key to success, and this was work she was clearly enjoying. It struck a perverted chord with her to know she was licking her mom's slutty vagina, a vagina that the weekend before had been vigorously pounded by three of the most notorious frat boys in the area.
Tess lost track of the number of times she came. But after nearly half an hour, after tonguing her mother to another in a string of orgasms, Leah raised her head up from her mom's quim, kissed her mom lovingly on her mouth, and stood to face the man and her brother. Her face was shiny with pussy juice, which was spread from cheek to cheek and down over her cute little chin. And her nipples were rock hard with arousal.
She sashayed back to her couch, her pretty ass swinging from side to side. As she sat down, she brought her knees up and spread her enflamed pussy directly towards both her brother and the man.
"Did I earn one of yer little balls with that, mister?" she asked, mocking the man's exaggerated hick accent.
The man chuckled. "Honey, you sure did. I don't believe I have EVER seen a girl suck pussy like the show you just put on. And to think ya couldn't earn one of them balls for just kissin' yer dear sweet mother."
"So what's next?" asked Leah, all of the sudden a rather willing participant in the man's perverted schemes.
"Lookin' to me like that lil' cunt a yers might could use a good fuckin'"
"Well, I know you ain't gonna be fuckin' me, so I assume its up to my brother, then."
Without hearing any response, Leah locked eyes with her brother and approached. She straddled his naked legs with her own and guided his cockhead to the entrance to her pussy. She was extremely turned on, and very wet, but she still had to lower herself slowly on to her brother's penis. As her tight lips wrapped around his cockhead, she stared deep into her brother's eyes, and kissed him gently on the lips. In a throaty voice, she said, "fuck me, Tom. Fuck my sweet pussy."
In no time she had bottomed out on his cock. But she sensed something was wrong. A look of frustration flashed over Tom's face, and then resignation. Then she felt his cock jerk as he prematurely ejaculated his seed in her tight pussy. After seven weeks, his first orgasm took some coaxing, but his second orgasm came too easily. The sensation of his sister's wonderful cunt enveloping him was too much to bear, and he lost control, coming deep into her depths.
"Its ok brother. I understand you haven't had much in the way of pussy up in the woods." She kissed him lovingly on the lips.
She lifted her cunt off of her brother's cock and lay next to him on the couch. She then felt a sensation on her pussy. Tess was positioned between her daughter's legs, ready to suck her son's seed from her daughter's pussy. To Tess, her daughter's quim tasted wonderful. She produced copious amounts of sweet juice, which balanced the saltiness of her son's discharge. Tess couldn't get enough of her daughter's lovely sex.
Meanwhile, Leah urged her on.
"Suck me mom. Lick my pussy hole. Lick Tom's cum out of me and swallow it slut."
It was Tess's pleasure to obey her daughter's commands. Hearing her usually composed daughter lose herself to sexual frenzy was extremely hot for Tess. Her tongue twisted and twirled and sucked and licked every which way, driving her daughter to an explosive orgasm.
"Aahhhh, that's soooo good!" Leah shrieked as her pussy spasmed on her mom's face.
Tess continued nibbling at her daughter's quim, but with less energy after her daughter's big cum. Meanwhile, the man announced the last task to be completed.
"Mom, I want you to stay there. I'm sure yer daughter won't mind you continuing to pleasure her little cooch."
"Son, I'm gonna untie you, and I want you to give it good to yer mom, while she eats out yer sis!"
Tom positioned himself at his mother's cunt, and drove his dick slowly into her entrance. He felt her walls contract against his cock as he pressed himself home. Soon enough the three family members established a nice rhythm. Tom pounded into his mother's pussy from behind, which drove Tess's tongue into her daughter's hole. Leah just looked on, enjoying the amazing sensation of watching her mother getting fucked while her mother pleasured her with her mouth.
As Leah looked on, she realized that part of the reason she was so mad at her mom for fucking three random guys was that it turned her on. Perhaps deep inside she was jealous that her mom could let loose and be a slut, and that she could be a slut without Leah being a part of it.
Just then the family heard a pounding on the cellar door, which was still bolted shut. The man went to the door, unbolted it and stepped outside.
The man realized he had been caught. It was a police officer. Perhaps his captives had somehow sent a message with a hidden cell phone. He prepared himself for his punishment.
"Just checking to make sure you was ok, Mr. Thomas. Tornado came awful close to your property."
The man, Mr. Thomas, sighed with relief.
"Yes sir. Pretty lucky I reckon. Good thing I got myself a well-appointed storm cellar." He nodded to the door, which he had shut behind him. He realized the family was too caught up with fucking to try to escape.
"Alright, well I'd best be going. Lots of other folks need checkin' in on."
They said goodbye, and the man returned to the cellar.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Tom's face strained with the throes of orgasm. He also heard Tess's throaty whimpers as she received the final set of pounding jabs from her son's magnificent cock, and ultimately, received a load of his cum deep inside of her. Distracted by the conclusion of her son's fucking, Tess could no longer concentrate on licking her daughter. Instead, she simply rested her face against her daughter's soft pussy.
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Ten minutes later, Tess and Leah kissed Mr. Thomas on the cheek, before getting into their station wagon. They were each wearing old pairs of overalls, and grey t-shirts, which were necessary parting gifts from their captors.
Tom had agreed to drive, and Tess was going to get in the front seat. But instead she got in the back seat, and cuddled up close to her lovely daughter. As they pulled away into the night, Mr. Thomas saw the silhouettes of two beautiful women kissing each other lovingly.