Posted on Wednesday June 2nd at 7:59 by VicD and Mack

This story is Chapter 6 of the Sexy Boy Sailor series.

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Story codes: inc, cons, bro, sis, fath, dau, son, exhib, voy, bi, oral, doct, mother, mf, Mf, mult, cous, preg, Fm, nud

Story Summary

At the urging of his sister-in-law Nancy, Jon Bridges sets about making new memories for his young teenage kids after they have lost their grandparents and mother in a six month period. Nancy encourages Jon to buy the sailboat of his dreams and take his 12 year old son Dylan on a sailing odyssey down the East Coast starting at Annapolis. It will be just the two of them.

The sailing trip begins a period of intense father son bonding and sexual discovery for 12 year old Dylan. Father and son discover that they cannot keep their hands off of each other. Over several chapters Dylan learns about his father and Uncle Casey's journey of sexual discovery when they were his age.

Nancy has offered to bring her 13 year old niece Vickie on a 3 week vacation to Maine with her 14 year old twins Robbie and Allison. Vickie spends time with her two gorgeous cousins. Both Allison and Robbie are intensely attracted to their beautiful younger cousin.

The trip to Maine was an amazing sexual odyssey for the Bridges. It resulted in Jon take the virginity of both children. The Reids are preparing for the journey to the Caribbean and are considering the larger implications. Jon and his children developed a special bond and they felt the need for some time alone as a family. They set sail for a leisurely trip down the New England coast with days of fun and sun and night wanton exploration. Jon and Casey's families are faced with some huge life changing decisions.

Enjoy Sexy Boy Sailor 6!

As always, if you are not supposed to be reading this story... then please don't... please practice safe sex. This story is a total fantasy. Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to write me. Your encouragement, ideas, fantasies and personal experiences are very much appreciated. Your thoughts and ideas are always welcome at mack1137@gmail.com.

Characters

JON BRIDGES, 31. (Husband and father)

VICTORIA BRIDGES, 13 (Sister)

DYLAN BRIDGES, 12 (Brother)

DR. CASEY REID, 31. (Husband and father)

NANCY REID, 32. (Wife and mother)

ROBBIE REID, 14 (Fraternal twin)

ALLISON REID, 14 (Fraternal twin)

 

A SEXY SAILOR BOY 6

THE BRIDGES FAMILY SAILS SOUTH

The winds proved favorable on each of the five days of their journey. But if Jon Bridges were to rank his good fortune, the pleasant New England breezes that evening would scarcely make the top ten.

He still wore his sunglasses, though the sun was far past its apex. Jon watched his two children, his reason for living, scamper to and fro on the sailboat. Dylan had only been sailing two weeks and this was Vicki's first boat trip, but they both showed a natural affinity and picked up the basics with a joyful gusto. Indeed, they picked up a lot of things lately and Jon smiled at their youthful enthusiasm. Little t-shirts and shorts were reduced to just little t-shirts as their trip progressed. Jon's pleas about UV exposure only led to a fun morning slathering sunscreen on each other's bare butts. Youthful enthusiasms, he thought with a faint smile.

It was the last week in August. By all accounts, Vicki should be starting seventh grade and Dylan sixth. But instead of reading syllabi and learning locker combinations, they were sailing leisurely into Long Island Sound. A strong look of concern failed to cross his face. After all, they were both bright and conscientious kids. With the sudden passing of their mother, they were entitled to take some time off. One month sailing down the coast, a few intriguing weeks in the Caribbean, they would be back in classes in time to catch up. He had taken the whole semester off from the University when Christine had taken ill and wasn't expected back until January of next year. Somehow, the education establishment and the rest of the work-a-day world would have to make do without them for a while.

Shouting over the main sail flapping in the wind, Dylan explained the channel marker system to Vicki. It was like he'd been sailing for years. Someday that boy would be a professor just like his father, Jon thought. Assuming of course, he could put his nose in a book now and again instead of just between his sister's legs. He laughed out loud and the kids just looked at him puzzled. He waved them off.

Jon kept the bow into the wind and reviewed the next set of coordinates on the GPS. In an hour or so they would find a place to anchor for the night. They could eat and turn in early. In the morning, they would reach the marina in Barnegat Bay and stop to resupply, he reasoned. It would be a nice treat for the kids to visit the boardwalk and the rides at Seaside Heights. With school starting up, it wouldn't even be crowded.

His little professor continued to lecture on sail mechanics. Vicki reached out to grab his penis and it sprang to its full 4" instantly. Youthful enthusiasm, Jon thought. We're going to need to find their shorts before tomorrow...

 

After dinner, they risked a quick dip in the waters of the Sound. It was late summer, but the temperature was still a bit brisk. Something else to look forward to in the Bahamas, Jon thought. The kids will grow gills from all the time they spend in the water.

They toweled off and retired to the stern of the boat and the bed in the Master Cabin. It had been an exhausting, full day of sailing and the cabin was very warm and cozy. The kids seemed raring to go. Kneeling face to face, they kissed deeply up on the bed. Of the dozens of times that Jon had witnessed his children being intimate, it still powerfully aroused him and he stroked his 7" erection as he watched. Their identical golden hair was still damp from their swim. Dylan held his sister as their tongues feverishly worked. Only a year apart, they really could be mistaken for twins, Jon thought wantonly stroking himself.

Dylan was still a year or perhaps two from puberty, but his lovemaking was very enthusiastic. As they kissed, he raised one hand to her nipple and tweaked it firmly between two fingers. Vicki moaned and melted under her little brother's touch. He eased her down on the bed and began to kiss down her neck and her shoulders. She squealed and giggled suddenly. They had discovered 'hickeys' on the second day and her brother had just given her another one. Smiling, the naughty blond boy kissed lower and stopped at her nipple. He teased it, grazing it with only the very tip of his little pink tongue. Vicki closed her eyes. She arched her back to meet him, smiling in contentment.

The 12 year old began to kiss lower and lingered at her navel, licking and smiling up at his father's watching eyes. The boy kneeled between Vicki's spread legs and suddenly took hold of both her hands. He slipped on top of Vicki stretching her arms over her head and smiled down at her face mere inches away. She looked into his twinkling blue eyes with lust and raised her lips to meet his. He backed away teasingly just out of reach, his gaze never leaving hers. She tried to rear up and kiss him again, but he held her arms fast to the bed and she couldn't reach. Vicki stuck out her lower lip in a pout and they giggled. It was cut short when Dylan kissed her suddenly and then began kissing down her beautiful neck again.

He got as far as her little bellybutton and stopped to meet her gaze before continuing to kiss lower. He paused, his face over Vicki's adorable and nearly hairless snatch and just breathed deeply. It was heaven for him, but torture for her as she waited for the next caress. Her clit was already stiff as he lowered his mouth and lapped it. She panted and looked at him with some urgency. He lapped it again and then settled into slow, even tongue strokes. Jon watched, rearing up on his knees to get a better view of his son at work.

-Ooohh, Dylan, she moaned, right there! Keep right there! She bit her lower lip as he worked. Steady and even, just how she liked it, he continued. Dylan's body lay out between her legs and he humped at the bed as he tongued her. Vicki lay gently rubbing her nipples and sighing as her brother did his magic. Oh, if he could only be there to do this every night, her life would be complete...

After a luxurious time between her legs, he reared up and stretched his arms, bones popping. Spreading her legs further, he began rubbing the tip of his boner against her clit. He had seen his father do this to her and it seemed to really get her juices flowing. She moaned at the gentle caresses.

Jon was overcome with lust and settled both knees on either side of Vicki's head as he watched his boy. She moaned and batted his full balls with her tongue. The scent of her father's cock drove her wild. Jon and his son shared a lascivious grin as he lowered himself, grinding his balls into his daughter's face. Dylan rubbed his cockhead harder into her clit. He was close to cumming himself, but he wasn't going to penetrate her. No, not until she begged...

-Fuck me, Dylan, she cried plaintively. Fuck me! She couldn't see the boy, trapped as she was beneath her dad's pendulous sack, but he just kept stroking her. Her lust grew and her hips ground against his touches. He made no move to penetrate her, but met his dad's gaze and tilted his head slyly.

-Go on, Dylan, Jon said. She wants it bad. But the boy just grinned and kept teasing her.

Vicki felt a climax coming on. Unbelievable! He wasn't even inside her! She fought it for as long as she could, but surrendered. She screamed out and pounded a little tattoo on the bed with her fists. It was all too much. She strained her tongue out licking furiously up on the sensitive skin behind her father's nuts. He moaned in ecstasy along with her.

-Put it in, Dylan, she panted! She was riding a peak and his touches were unrelenting.

-Put it...

Without a word, he sank it in to the hilt. Vicki's pussy was soaked and she screamed out in pleasure.

-OH, YEESSSSSSS, DYLAN! YESSSSSS!

He giggled, the little stud giggled as he pounded into her and their father was overcome. His cum rose and he froze in place savoring the moment. Vicki felt her dad tense and jammed her pink tongue up his butt. She didn't need to hear her father shout out. She could feel his cock pulsing from between his legs. When the cum started flying, she felt each spurt as it landed on her belly, a little tickle that puddled and ran off her skin as her brother pounded her. She had her second orgasm of the night, this time squirting over Dylan's boner as he rode her.

If Dylan hadn't already cum four times that day, he would never have been able to hold out for this long. But his strokes increased in urgency. He was close. He cock stiffened inside her and began to pulse.

Back home, he had seen a few pornos online. The guys always pulled out and shot on the girl's face or tits. But his father corrected him after the first few times he did this with his sister. No, he should always cum inside her. Oh, it felt so good to pump his clear seed right up in his sister. Jet after jet roped up in her womb as he convulsed on top of her.

-Good boy, his father said and clearly meant it. He withdrew to the foot of the bed to watch his children in their post-coital embrace.

His son continued pumping slowly as they kissed, enjoying the sensation of full skin contact with their dad's slick seed and their own sweat oozing between them. Then they both turned to face him, cheek to cheek on the bed. The beautiful siblings flashed near identical smiles at him and his deflating penis jumped twice at the sight. Oh, if only their mother could see them right now, he thought.

 

After they toweled off and watched the sun set on deck, Jon permitted them each one beer. No more, though. He was still their father and they were under aged. The Bridges enjoyed a quiet moment together with the lapping waves and the last streaks of sunlight before heading back below deck to turn in.

-Dad? Dylan asked. Why are people so hung up about incest? I mean, it's like really fun and all so why the big secret?

The three snuggled together in the Master Cabin bed while Jon thought about the question.

-Yeah, Vicki added. You said that mom used to sleep with Uncle Casey all the time when they were our age, but you never told us until now. All this time with Dylan, like, sleeping across the hall, we could have been fucking every night. The kids broke into giggles at the thought. Jon just smiled in the dark cabin.

-First off, he began, that's the end of the beer. You two are lightweights and get too giggly! A chorus of protests broke out, but he soldiered on.

-And second, your mom and her brother were a year older than the two of you and had already hit puberty. Their hormones were in high gear...

They countered that this wasn't much of a difference and he had to agree that they had a point.

-Incest is a secret, he said finally, because a lot of people fear it. If we had talked about it together and you had - say - said something in school, we could have been in a lot of trouble. Intently, the kids listened.

-Sex inside your family is a very powerful thing. It can be beautiful and pleasurable like our nights together, but it can also be destructive too, if people aren't careful. It's like playing with matches...

-What are they... umm... afraid of? Vicki asked.

-Well, Genetics are one thing, Jon said. If you both had small genetic abnormalities and then got married and had a child with each other, the baby would be at greater risk. This is actually the thrust of your Uncle Casey's lab work, finding and insuring that your children would be healthy. The chances are actually pretty small that there would be a problem and, if your Uncle's test screening is any indication, wouldn't affect us at all anyway. We could breed with each other all we wanted...

-Awesome! Dylan shouted laughing and Vicki tugged at her father's penis. His cautionary speech wasn't having the desired effect.

-What I'm trying to tell you, he said, is that while the physical effects can be minimal, the psychological effects are much more challenging to overcome. Do you see why that would be? The kids stilled.

-You mean like we'd stay in the house fucking all day and forget to eat? Vickie asked.

-Not exactly, sweetheart, Jon said and smiled at the mental picture she painted. No, I mean that you both are still young and impressionable. Imagine that I was not a nice father. Imagine that I wanted you - Vicki - for my own. Dylan would then be my rival for your affections, dear. Instead of me loving him and helping to raise him and teach him how to be man, a mean father would just throw him out of the house and keep you for himself. Do you understand what I'm saying? They thought they did.

-So what I need you to understand is that I would never do anything to hurt either of you. I love you both. If you ever felt that I was asking you to do something you didn't want to do, you could just say no...

-Daddy, Vicki said in all earnestness, I want you to fuck me forever. I don't want you to ever stop!

-Me too, Dylan said propping himself up on one elbow, you can fuck us both for like a million, billion years!!

Jon kissed them both deeply, first his daughter then his son. They had been through a terrible ordeal these last few months, but now, rocking in the gentle waves of the Sound, he felt he was the luckiest man on Earth. Words couldn't even describe it.

 

BETTER LIVING THROUGH BIOCHEMISTRY

-Phenylketonuria (PKU)... Klinefelter Syndrome... Galactosemia... Alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency...

Dr. Casey Reid ran down the list in measured tones for the participants on the video conference. Dr. Amy Taylor in the Bahamas took careful notes and smiled inwardly at his thoroughness. It had been her decision to reach out to Casey in the first place. Her faith in him was well founded.

-Pachyonychia Congentia... Huntington's Disease... Smith-Lemli-Optiz Syndrome (SLOS)...

The Reverend Colby drummed his fingers as followed along, his eyes tight slits.

-Down Syndrome, Turner Syndrome, Williams Syndrome, Cri-du-Chat Syndrome...

-Cri du What? Jacob Jackson interrupted. He was a clinical psychologist, but that one was new to him.

-CHAT, Casey said evenly. It's French for "cry of the cat" referring to the distinctive cry of children with the disorder. As with the others in this series, entire chromosomes, or large segments of them, are missing, duplicated, or otherwise altered leading to illness. There are 119 others that the screening kit will test for and I can email you the specifics after our meeting.

-Thank you, Dr. Amy said. She crossed her dazzling legs in her short business skirt and the men in the room ogled openly.

-It's comforting to know that you can screen out all of those illnesses from a simple cheek swab. I did base level blood tests on most of the islanders when we planned our Insemination Celebration, but nothing this comprehensive.

-But your plan to keep breeding patterns broad mitigated the risks significantly, Casey noted smiling. I understand that you set a ceiling of 25% on inbred neonates?

-Yes, there are only three consanguine breedings scheduled, Amy said referring to her spreadsheet, one sibling pair, one pair of fraternal twins and one randomized set. The first sibling pair is actually Jacob's children Cayden (12) and Lily (10)...

-And you hormonally induced precocious puberty in the ten year old? Why did you go with such a radical treatment option?

-Oh, Jacob said smiling, actually both my children took the shot. Why? They both really wanted a baby and didn't want to wait. My wife and I approved at once. Dr. Casey stared into the monitor without blinking. His eyes looked huge behind his glasses. Clearly, that answer was a surprise to him.

-really... wanted... a baby, Casey repeated in wonder.

-The fraternal twins, Amy continued with glasses perched on the end of her nose, are Tyler and Jessica Swenson who are both 15. This will be a first child for both of them. The randomized pairing, I believe I mentioned earlier, will be myself and either my husband Ted or one of my two sons Will (13) or Thomas (11). Will had just started puberty, but we opted for the hormone boosters for both of them so that they would have optimal secondary sex characteristics for the breeding. I plan to run a post-natal pedigree analysis since the inbreeding coefficient F would vary from 0.00 to 6.04...

-Amy that's staggering, Casey said. If you go through with this you will be risking a two in three chance of a mother-son fertilization. That's severe inbreeding...

-I know, Amy said grinning, and I like those odds! I'm wet right now just thinking about it. Are you having second thoughts, Dr. Reid?

-Uh, no, Casey said in a small voice. Honestly, you could hammer nails with my cock I'm so hard right now. Good grief! The work you people are doing is positively groundbreaking... Dr. Casey Reid removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes pensively. The Islanders were amused to see his hands quiver slightly.

-I'm going to need to get on site and begin family interviews as soon as possible, Casey continued. By way of biography, I had begun sexual relations with my late sister Christine when we were pre-puberty. He raised his coffee mug to his lips, realized he already finished it and put it down again distractedly. We were open with our spouses about it, but never considered how truly widespread the activity was until fairly recently. With no prompting from my wife or me, our twins Robbie and Allison began sexual play... with each other... We really had no cause to stop them... Nancy and I only insured that Allie was taking progestin birth control pills after she started menses... Once we minimized the risk of pregnancy, he paused and pursed his lips before continuing, we both... began to... engage in light sexual play with the children...

-And then light turned heavy, yes? Reverend Colby offered with a smile.

-And heavy lead to heavy and frequent, Jacob added. The group in Ted's island office laughed heartily.

-Yes! Casey said in dawning wonder, I was balls deep in my daughter not ten minutes before this call. He joined in their laughter, thrilled at the chance to discuss his family secrets openly with others.

-But, we only recently considered actual pregnancy. My little Allie has stopped taking the pill and is eager to start a family of her own. It's a very difficult decision for a young person, which is why I am so intrigued by your experiences on the island. If... If she could raise the child in a supportive environment...

-Well, we were hoping that you and your family would consider relocating here permanently, Amy said. You would get all the emotional support you could ever want and would be a valuable asset to our community. We were especially interested to hear that your brother-in-law Jon is an adjunct professor of education. With the Insemination Celebration coming up, we're expecting a big baby boom here and could use someone... sympathetic to our values... to help set up a proper school for them. Is Mr. Bridges still interested in visiting as well?

-Last time I spoke with him, yes, he was just as thrilled as we were to find out about this wonderful Shangri-La you've built. He's taking a leisurely carnal cruise down with his kids and expects to arrive in several weeks.

-If you speak to him, Amy said, please convey that we would gladly send a plane, if he would be willing to forgo the rest of his sailing trip and make it down in time for the festival. It's his choice of course, but we're always looking to broaden our genetic pool, Doctor, and once the Breeder girls hit peak fertility, the DNA will be flying...

They all smiled warmly at each other.

-One last question before we break, Casey said. TransGen, my biotech firm here in Camden can run effectively for a while without me, but I'm going to have to tell my partners something about the reason for my absence. If they knew that it would speed along the clinical trials for our testing kits by two years, they would be very amenable. But, I don't want to betray your confidence. Would you allow me to share some of your information with my associate Rod Carter? He would be my liaison while I'm on the island.

-We trust your judgment, Amy said. Please let us know when your family is ready to be picked up.

 

The video link went black and Casey watched his own reflection in the dark monitor. These people were even now storming the castle gate of the incest taboo. If his equipment proved effective, it could be a battering ram in their hands to smash the whole edifice down. This had global implications, he realized. In the early 21st century, the last great sexual prohibition would fall.

He felt a soft touch on his shoulder. It was his daughter Allie checking in on him. He didn't know how long she had been standing there, but he took her hand in his and squeezed gently. He turned and told her to round up her brother and their mom. He had two quick phone calls to make - one to Jon Bridges and one to his partner Rod Carter - and then they were going to have a big family meeting...

 

BACK IN CIVILIZATION

Jon Reid paced on the dock in Seaside Heights, New Jersey talking into his cell phone. It was a breezy morning and the kids couldn't quite hear him over the hubbub at the marina and the ever present gulls. They continued stowing their gear for their day on shore.

Finishing his call, he surveyed the teens with a lopsided grin.

-That was your Uncle Casey, he said. Well, the bad news is that we'll have to cut our sailing trip short. The kids were stunned.

-The good news is that we're going to see your cousins again and much sooner than expected. Your Uncle seems convinced that we need to head down the Caribbean immediately and from what he's told me, I'd have to agree.

Dylan and Vicki were a bit hesitant about the trip to the Island and their skepticism showed in their faces. Their father asked them what was wrong, but they said nothing, shifting and looking at their hands.

-Let me guess, Jon said, you two are getting pretty attached to your little date nights in the Master Cabin. Are you worried that these strangers are going to somehow mess that up for you? They both nodded yes, but kept their faces lowered.

Jon hugged the two of them in his arms. He explained that the people on the island weren't out to ruin their good time. In fact, they would do everything they could to promote it. Vicki made him promise that if after one week they didn't like it or thought it was weird that they could leave and head back to Durham. Jon held his frowning daughter out at arm's length and solemnly promised that, if they didn't enjoy themselves thoroughly, they would be on the first plane out.

In a year's time, they would look back on that sober talk at the marina and laugh and laugh and laugh.

-They are sending a plane for us tomorrow morning at Atlantic City airport. I'll need to talk with the marina about keeping the boat for us until we return. Rather than sit around moping, why don't I give you both some cash and you can take a taxi to the boardwalk. It's going to be a nice day and they have rides and attractions there. I can catch up with you when I'm done. It can be a private date for just the two of you lovebirds. He ruffled Dylan's hair and managed to get a smile out of the two of them.

-After we have a nice dinner, it'll be up to you both. We can find a nice hotel somewhere or we can spend one last night on the sailboat.

-The Boat!! they said in unison and Dylan planted a big kiss on his sister.

Armed with a phone and a sizable stack of twenties, they waved good bye and jumped into a taxi. Jon had his own doubts about the next few weeks and hoped he was doing the right thing as they drove off. His late wife always teased him that he planned everything to a fault. Well, "Mr. No-Spontaneity" was making a huge leap now. He just hoped it was the right one as he entered the manager's office.

 

The taxi driver was an older, white-haired gentleman. He judged the Bridges to be decent kids and made small talk with them as they got on the highway. What he didn't see was that Vicki had fished out her brother's 4" boy boner and was stroking it as they chatted.

Dylan's heart was beating out of his chest at his sister's audacity, but he grinned as she slowly jacked him. Behind the driver, he slouched back to give her better access.

-So, an elevator inspector before you retired, huh? Vicki nodded along feigning interest while she cupped her baby brother's bare nut sack. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but they had to maintain the illusion from the waist up.

She risked a glance down in Dylan's lap and couldn't believe how hard he was. This was really turning him on. She kept up her firm even strokes just the way he liked it and kept up her desultory end of the conversation.

-Where's the cell phone? she said suddenly and Dylan looked at her quizzically. Oh, THERE it is, you dropped it on the floor. We'd be in big trouble if we left it in the cab. She crouched down and with one quick pull tugged her brother's shorts down to his ankles. He scrambled to catch them, but she held him back with a hand on his chest.

-I got it Dylan, sit back... and relax. The twelve year old shook with sexual excitement as he sat completely exposed. He was mere inches from the driver, but more so anyone driving past would see him. She began jacking him again and clear fluid began to seep from his cockhead. He took a shuddering breath and locked eyes with Vicki. She smiled evenly back at him and kept chatting with the driver.

-So how many elevators are in this town anyway? She rubbed his boner right at the base, which drove him crazy. His penis was so hot in her hand. He really loved to show off, she thought and stored that information for later.

She stopped stroking him and pulled his knees wider apart. It took a moment for Dylan to realize what she wanted and his terror and lust both ratcheted up even higher. His head darted to survey the passing traffic. His head shook a silent 'no' to Vicki, but she kept pulling his legs apart. It was dangerous but also terribly exciting, so he relented. Her smile broadened as he spread his legs as wide as the seat allowed and lifted his butt off the seat. His boner was now in full view of anyone who looked in. She went back to stroking him this time with some urgency. He struggled to keep composure.

His semen rose and he pushed her hand away he didn't want to cum in the taxi. But Vicki wouldn't relent. She ran her fingers lightly over his bare thigh and then plunged in again.

-Ooohh... uuuhh... he moaned and twisted in the seat and began to shoot his sweet, clear boy cum on the vinyl seat back and all over his sister's hand. Vicki laughed and began mock coughing to cover the noise he was making.

-(Cough! cough! cough!) I've got something in my throat! (cough!) She deftly bent and slurped the last few spurts from his cock. He moaned as she swirled her tongue over the sensitive head. Vicki straightened up smiling serenely as if nothing had happened. Dylan panted and his nerves thrummed like a high-wire. He was really impressed by her composure. His sister was really the coolest.

She fished some napkins out of her little purse and wiped off his still rigid dick and the seat and managed to keep her voice cool and disinterested.

-No, this is our first trip to the Seaside Boardwalk. Is there a lot to do? Dylan made to hike up his shorts, but she held him back with her hand smiling. A minivan drove by and she wiggled his glistening erection at them. If they saw, they did nothing about it. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the bright sunny day.

When they arrived, Dylan had bare moments to pull up his shorts while the driver printed out a receipt for them. What nice, well-behaved kids, he thought and good tippers too. They waved to him as they skipped up to the ramp to the elevated wooden thoroughfare and he waved back. He wouldn't find all the wadded, damp napkins until much later that day.

-Vicki, Dylan whispered to her. I can't... I can't just run around here... ummm... smelling like a cum factory... where can we hide out until Dad gets back?

-Sometimes I wonder if you're really my brother, she said and kissed him deeply. Now, come on, no one's going to smell anything. It's my treat. She ran ahead to the salt water taffy concession and he had to laugh as he bounded after her into the cloud of salty steam that wafted out. She really was smart sometimes.

 

Their day together was one of the happiest that either of them had ever known. Their trials of the past few months seemed to fade behind them as they walked arm in arm through the colorful beach crowds. Dylan tried his luck at the ring toss and at a shooting gallery, but found he had the most luck with a basketball toss game. Three tosses went through net and earned him a decent-sized, stuffed bear. Dad had been right, Dylan thought, this was just like a date. He presented the bear to his sister and she was overcome with emotion for her cute, little brother.

-Aw, Vinnie look, a woman said smiling. She wore a bikini and sported implausible breast implants. She punched her boyfriend right in his steroid-pumped arm. -Why don't you ever win anything for me, ya mook!

Vicki giggled and took Dylan in her arms and kissed him deeply. It felt so wonderful to be affectionate like this out and in the open. She looked deeply into his eyes, arms on his shoulders and wondered if her Dad hadn't been right, maybe they should give Incest Island a chance. Three Latino girls waved their hands in the universal "he's hot" signal as they passed by.

They were right, of course, so she kissed her brother again.

 

THE REIDS DISCUSS STAMENS & PISTILS

-What's up, dad? Robbie asked. Is something wrong with the Island trip?

Casey looked at their faces and told them that - on the contrary - everything was very, very right. He explained that they would be packing that very night for an extended stay on the island and that they would be picking up Jon, Vicki and Dylan on the way down. The kids were certainly excited by the news. Introducing their cousins to sex had definitely been the high-point of the summer.

Casey went on to talk in general terms about his research and what it meant for the people on the Island and what it might mean for people around the world. He struggled, but words failed him. The enormity of societal change he envisioned was simply too grand to articulate. His family looked on sympathetically as he talked. He spoke about the orgies planned for next week once the Island Breeder girls had reached peak fertility and how important it was that they all be down there to witness this historic event.

He spoke about Dr. Amy his new colleague on island and her part in the Celebration. His speech gradually became more excited and staccato as he related her plan to mate with all of the men in her family. His face lit up that one of her sons would likely father her next child. Staring into the middle distance, lost in his pleasant thoughts of concurrent genomes and geysers of incestuous semen, Nancy watched him enchanted. The stress of his work these past few years seemed wiped clear away. She realized that she was staring into the face of the same bright, young teen she fell head over heels for those many years ago. His joy was infectious. Turning to her children, she saw they were also grinning ear to ear. Of course, they were mostly responding to dad's pounding erection which threatened to burse out of his slacks at any moment.

He seemed to come to some internal conclusion, nodded and continued his impassioned summary of events on the island. The Taylor family's choice to engage in severe incest was not rare in their beautiful little social experiment. It was almost commonplace. He ticked off examples: gorgeous Christie Miller and her son Zach, the Reverend Colby and his teenage daughter Carrie, Maryanne Smith and her father Jim. He paused before admitting that these were only from the handful of people he had talked with on their video conferences.

-These people are not just talking about it, he said in an awed whisper, they're really doing it. It's a conscious effort to take their family love to the most extreme and... and... formally unspeakable levels. Allie? He turned and met teenage daughter's gaze steadily. You were the one who broke down the barriers for our family. You were the first to suggest actual pregnancy. What I want to discuss today as a family is what we all really want to do about this. By tomorrow afternoon, we'll be thrown into the maelstrom, so I want to discuss this now - rationally and calmly - and see what everyone thinks.

-You mean pregnancy? Robbie asked coolly. Family pregnancy?

-Wow, Allie giggled. I already said I'd be up for that. What...

-No, Nancy said, her lips turned up in a growing smile. He means more than that. Casey held his palms up plaintively and said nothing.

-Well, of course, Allie said, I'd love to have a baby with Dad. She crossed her arms lifting her breasts provocatively in her t-shirt. Casey's eyes never left her erect nipples under the thin cloth.

-He thinks, Robbie said smiling and tilting his head, that he might inseminate you Allie and I could inseminate mom. It's like stamens and pistils, he wants to try "cross-pollination," right Dad?

Casey's eyes lit up now that the thought was out in the open. His son's view of genetics was blinkered, but he had the basics right.

- Yes, he said, Cross... cross-pollination... It's radical, but the tests say that we are free to do it from a physical perspective. Now, if anyone is uncomfortable with the idea, then I don't care what the tests say...

Robbie stood smiling and quickly thumbed down his board shorts, sporting a painfully hard erection. His boner was almost 6" and pointing straight up at the ceiling. He looked at his mom with raised eyebrows.

-Let's do it, Nancy said standing. Her son Robbie took her hand and spun her like a dancer against him. Such a dashing young man, she thought as they laughed.

-Well, certainly everyone seems amenable, but it's a large step and as a family we'll be going through some seismic changes in the next few weeks and...

-Oh, dad, Allie said standing and then dropping seductively to her knees before her father's chair, it's settled and... ummmm... we better get a jump on the inseminations. If those orgies are as big as you say, then we need to get a head start before we leave.

He leaned forward to kiss her and nodded his agreement. They had less than twenty-four hours before they had to leave for the Island.

The stampede for the Master Bedroom was nothing short of comical.

 

Later that evening, Casey stood naked on the secluded back deck of their eighteenth century farmhouse. All along the sea breaks, waves crashed as the tide rolled in. His daughter Allie walked out quietly behind him and then stopped, considering his frame. Lean and tall, Casey kept active. He ran five miles most mornings through the picture postcard town of Camden and rode his bike to work every day the weather allowed it. She considered his broad shoulders and back and was overcome by the love she had for him. She skipped up and hugged him from behind as he stood on the railing. They rocked slowly together breathing in and out listening to the sound of the surf on rocky shore. Allie licked up between her father's shoulder blades and kissed the back of his neck. He groaned deep in his chest. Looking down, his sizable penis began to stiffen again.

-Oh honey, no, he said turning to her, a pained expression on his face. He had cum inside her already four times and actually ached from the exertion. He pulled his overworked, but growing erection down with one hand hoping to quell it. The fourteen year old pouted coquettishly and held out her arms to him. His cock pulsed angrily in his hand. He gave in.

They kissed deeply as he backed her into the house. Inside, the kitchen was in shambles. The slices from a whole loaf of bread were scattered on the floor by an overturned tub of peanut butter. His wife and son lay on the floor fucking savagely and smeared with grape jam.

Casey sat in a kitchen chair with legs spread. Allie eased into his lap, impaling herself on his erection. Once again, he began to thrust into her slow and passionate. They smiled contentedly watching Nancy and Robbie fail to make dinner.

Allie's twin brother had inseminated his mom at least six times already, but showed no sense of slowing down. Indeed, his fucking took on a bestial earnestness as he pistoned away inside the vagina that made him. Nancy, with some peanut butter smeared in her long blonde hair, looked a bit haunted as she bit her lip and begged her son to fuck harder. Her breasts rocked as he pounded her on the floor, her creamy 38 Cs covered in sticky jam fingerprints.

Allie watched Robbie arch his back and suckle on their mom's jellied tits. It inflamed the boy and he seemed to pump even harder. He kissed her then, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth as they ground away. The food smeared between them as their eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. My baby, Nancy thought dimly, my baby's come home. Her body trembled in exhaustion, but her cunt muscles worked overtime to draw him in with each stroke. She had lost count of the orgasms, but her boy, her talented little man, was bringing on another one. Her eyes were closed, but she was overcome with sensations, the solid weight of her boy on top of her, the repeated pounding of her clit by Robbie's strokes. She fought off the climax but was losing. The sweet taste of grape on his tongue, the torrent of sperm and lubrication that squeezed out and over his hard cock from their day's lovemaking, she screamed out and pitched her head back and forth as she rode the swelling crest. But, it was her son's balls lightly slapping her perineum that sent her over the falls. Those little balls she had powered as an infant were much bigger now and were coming home again. Her screams as she came ran the full musical scale.

Robbie was surprised when she grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him on his back. He giggled as he felt the soft bread scattered on the floor squish underneath him. She ground her pelvis into his, her food stained hair falling in her face. Their identical brown eyes met and he pumped deep within her and froze.

-Mommy...

His dick flexed and spurted even more semen up into his mom's unprotected womb and she rocked on him cowgirl style to milk every last drop. They kissed, out of breath and a little sore and laughed at the mess around them. Well, they weren't that hungry anyway. He disengaged from her vagina and they got shakily to their feet.

Casey was screwing Allie in a leisurely fashion in the chair. She had bent her head to face him and they kissed tenderly. He gave a choked whimper as his cum rose again. They sat in rigid stillness with his 7" erection half way inside her as his seed began pumping. Robbie watched in dim fascination as the base of his father's penis pulsed. He had never really been close enough to watch before, but he could see the whole underside length of his dad's dick pumping sperm into his sister. He was watching him inseminate her and it was more beautiful than he could ever imagine. Nancy brushed flattened bread off his hinder and all four of them enjoyed an exhausted smile.

The Reids trudged wearily to the bathroom to get cleaned up before bed. So much to do and they had gotten nothing accomplished. They hadn't even started packing and Casey had all his testing gear and notes to bring along. The kitchen, Nancy thought, now they had to sweep up the kitchen too before they left.

Ignoring all that, they fucked again in the shower.

 

THE FINAL NIGHT ON THE BRIDGES FAMILY LOVE BOAT

They had found a small Italian restaurant within walking distance of the boardwalk. It was an intimate affair with only four tables. This was fortunate since Vicki and Dylan were all over each other through every course of the meal.

Jon swirled the wine in his glass as they continued their heavy petting. No one in the small restaurant knew they were committing incest right in front of them and this gave Jon a mild thrill.

-Ah, young love, the waitress said when she dropped off the check and winked at Jon. They left a good tip and gathered up all the souvenir t-shirts, Old-Timey photos, stuffed animals and all the other detritus Dylan had won for his sister. They headed out front where the sun was just setting. The taxi they had called was already waiting. They climbed in and headed back to the marina in contented silence.

Back in the privacy of the boat's galley, the kids regaled Jon with tales of their day. They had feasted on salt water taffy and zeppolis. They got a sepia photo taken of them in Wild West garb. They fucked in a men's room stall while a small crowd cheered them on. They went on the Tilt-a-Whirl. They each got funny caricatures made of themselves sailing on comically tiny boats. She blew him in the Haunted House. It was a full day.

But they had one more surprise for their dad.

-Ummm, Dad? Vicki said giggling. We need to ask you something.

Jon looked at them puzzled as they argued over who should actually make the request. They settled on Dylan.

-Well, ummm... today... well, this morning... well, ummm... we were in one of the arcades and I won at Skee-ball and I got thirty tickets and, like, you have to trade in the tickets for a prize. And, like thirty tickets sounds like a lot, but it's like nothing. The kids broke into laughter.

-Yeah, Vicki chimed in, they had a little TV there, but it was like 40,000 tickets. What a rip-off, right?

Jon had no idea where all this was going.

-So, like thirty tickets, Dylan continued, could only get some dumb plastic stuff, but like, I saw these and I got picked them out right away! He rummaged in his shorts and then laid two small pieces of plastic on the galley table. They were florescent green rings with tiny, fake diamonds of molded plastic. Dylan and Vicki looked at him expectantly. He still didn't get it.

-Well Daddy, Vicki said, since tonight is... ummm... your last night as the captain of a ship... we... ummm... We thought... that maybe you could...

-We want you to marry us! Dylan said beaming, we... ummm... . saw it on a cartoon that you could, like, do that so... can we get married now?

Jon choked on his beer. He looked at those adorable, near identical faces and realized that while they were all grown up in so many ways, they were still just barely in their teens. They looked so earnest that it was heartbreaking. He didn't know how to tell them that it was a myth, he couldn't officiate over a wedding. It wouldn't be legal. Then he realized that a brother and sister marrying wasn't legal either and burst out laughing.

-Sure! he said expansively. Come on inside and we'll get you two hitched! The kids cheered and scooped up their rings. They followed Jon into the Main Cabin and watched as he rifled through some drawers looking for something dressy for the kids to put on, but they really hadn't packed for a wedding. When he turned around, he was startled to find them stripped bare and panting excitedly.

-So this wedding will be au naturel, huh? They just giggled and held hands.

-Did they mention vows in that cartoon? Jon asked chuckling. We want this to be official...

They hadn't, so Jon helped them write out something that sounded reasonably close to his own wedding vows. They stood before him shaking in anticipation and holding their plastic rings on the pillow from the bed. Jon had agreed to this thinking was a lark, but he could see in their faces that they were actually serious. His children really wanted to get married to each other.

Vicki stole a quick glance at her note card and looked back up at her dad. Her breasts had just started to grow and her adorable vagina sported the first few strands of blonde public hair. He looked down at Dylan who studied his note card intently mouthing the words as he read. His crotch was bare and his 4" penis stood near vertical in anticipation. His son coughed nervously and his boner shook a bit. They smiled into each other's eyes and waited for their dad to begin.

-Dearly Beloved, Jon began and then stopped, choked up with emotion. He took several deep breaths and haltingly continued. We are gathered together here... in the sight of God to join together this man... and this woman... in holy matrimony... Vicki and Dylan smiled up broadly at him.

-And therefore... is not by any to be entered... into unadvisedly or lightly... but reverently and discreetly. Into this holy estate... these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, he said looking around comically, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

His children just smiled and he gestured to Vicki. She only referred to her note cards twice as she spoke to her brother.

-I, Victoria Bridges take you Dylan Bridges to be my husband... to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish; from this day... from this day forward until... until death do us part... Her eyes welled with tears as she slipped the ring on his finger.

Dylan began his vows to his sister and never took his eyes from her. He had committed them to memory.

-I, Dylan take you, Victoria to be my wedded wife... my constant friend... my faithful partner... and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, and our dad, I offer... I offer my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise... I promise to love you... unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you... for as long as we both shall live.

She slipped on his ring and they looked up at Jon both overcome with emotion.

-By... By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife... you... you may kiss the bride.

Dylan pulled his sister to him and dipped her as they kissed. Jon hoped his wife was watching down on them to see this beautiful moment. Vicki led her brother over to the bed and lay down gently with her ringed hand outstretched. He noticed that her pussy was soaking wet from the ceremony and plunged in, no teasing or toying as he consummated the marriage.

Jon watched his children rut on the bed, their hands clutched tight and his eyes drifted to their green, plastic rings. Never, he reckoned, had such worthless trinkets meant so much. Tomorrow morning they would meet up with Nancy, Casey and the kids at the airport and then check out this Island paradise to start their new grand adventure. Privately, he suspected that he'd be back at the University teaching next January, but who could see the future? They might actually like the experience and stay on.

He couldn't see the future, but Jon would be there almost fifteen years later when Vicki and Dylan traded their rings for platinum bands in a grand celebration at the birth of their first grandchild. The rings were heavier and certainly more expensive, Vicki the stunningly beautiful 28 year old would note, but they could never replace the prize won for her on the boardwalk, won in a game of Skee-ball by her sexy boy sailor.

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