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A Marine's Loving Family Ch. 3
"More? What the hell more could there be?" asked
Chet incredulously. "I don't fucking believe this.
Rob, are you sure you're not just running us a
line of shit? Man, if I hadn't been fucking my
beautiful, sexy sister all our lives, I wouldn't
believe a word of this. What an incredible fucking
story - pun most definitely intended."
"Well, Darla, you remember that mom also told you
that her mother had left the family and run off
when she and Uncle Jerry were still just little
kids?"
"Yeah, I remember that," replied Darla. "She said
that none of them had ever seen or heard from her
again."
"Yeah, well it seems that Zelda - that's her mom's
name - read about Sherri and Don's wedding in the
paper somewhere. Don's pretty well known in the
business world and his marriage to mom did make
some of the social news. Anyway she tracked us
down on the island and told mom she would like to
get back together if possible."
"Oh, wow!" breathed Darla. "How did Sherri react
to that. I think if it was me I'd be highly pissed
- to have her just suddenly re-appear after I'd
just married one of the wealthiest men in the
country."
"Yeah, I thought so too," said Rob. "But really,
she wasn't. She seemed more stunned than anything.
She just said, 'I'm sorry. I can't answer that
right now. I'm going to have to think about it
some.' Then she said, 'Please don't call me again.
I'll contact you and let you know what I decide.'
And she hung up on her."
"Wow, that's weird," said Chet. "That's really
weird. How long had she been gone anyway?"
"I don't know for sure," replied Rob. "But I know
Mom and Uncle Jerry were pretty small when she
left so it had to be quite awhile ago. "But
listen, it gets weirder still. Mom wants me to
track her down and check her out. That's really
why I came back when I did. It wasn't just to see
you two black beauties," he smiled.
"Mom had the call traced and would you believe it?
She's living less than 50 miles from here. Been
there for years and Mom never knew it."
"So, what are you gonna do?" asked Darla. "Just
walk up to her and say, 'Hi, I'm your grandson!
Wanta fuck?"
"Well, nothing quite so crude as that maybe,"
laughed Robbie. "Hell, I don't even know what she
looks like. She might be an ugly old hag. Mom said
there were some old photographs of her up in the
attic but I haven't had time to look for them
yet."
"Oh, goodie!" squealed Darla. "A treasure hunt.
Come on, lets go look for them right now."
For the next hour or so, the three of them
searched through piles of boxes, trunks and crates
in the dusty old attic without discovering
anything very interesting. They were about to give
up when Darla suddenly let out a whoop.
"Oh, my GOD!!!" she cried. "You won't believe
this. Guys, look at this."
She had opened a large shoe box filled to the brim
with what appeared to be a sizable collection of
porno pictures. They were "porno" pictures all
right, but they were all of a much younger Sherrie
and what were obviously her brother and her
father. The photos depicted the incestuous lovers
in every position and combination imaginable. A
few of the pictures way in the bottom of the box
were of a beautiful young woman who was nearly a
dead ringer of the Sherrie that they all knew so
well. And since most of the pictures showed her
fucking and sucking the older man that they had
decided was Sherrie's dad, they had to conclude
that this was the long lost Zelda.
"Oh man, these are hot," said Chet. "They're
making me horny as hell!. Are you sure these are
the pictures your Mom was talking about?"
"I guess so," said Robbie. "We haven't found any
others and Mom did tell me to look in the attic
for them so I guess she wanted me to find them.
And I gotta admit, they're making me pretty damn
horny too."
"Aw, fuck!" laughed Darla. "You guys are always
horny. Let's take these back downstairs where we
can really get a good look at them."
Back in the den, they avidly devoured the raunchy
pictures, exclaiming aloud over each one that
particularly turned them on.
One of their favorites showed Sherrie and her dad
in a hot 69 and a very young Jerry with his cock
buried to the balls in his father's ass. Another
showed Sherrie sucking her brother's cock and
being fucked by her good looking father.
As they continued to pass the lewd pictures back
and forth to each other, they were soon well into
the second or third bottle of wine. Chet had
brought out some wicked grass and it wasn't long
before all of them were pretty well blasted.
"Darla, I don' know about you, honey," said Chet
as he casually ran his hand down the front of
Robbie's trousers and over the obvious bulge he
found there. "But I'd sure like a taste of some
big ol' Marine cock right about now."
"Me too," squealed Darla as she reached for Rob's
zipper. "Come on, Gyrene!. Show us what you got
there, big guy."
"Help yourself," laughed Robbie. "I sure as hell
intend to."
Within seconds they were all as naked as the day
they were born and Chet was deep throating
Robbie's swollen cock and Darla was getting her
pussy eaten and sucking Chet's chocolate prick
like it was the best lollypop she'd ever tasted.
Reluctantly pulling his well lubed cock out of
Chet's talented mouth, Robbie said, "Hey guys, I
want some black ass and I don't care which one I
start with."
"Well, I've been craving some 'white meat' for
awhile now," laughed Chet. "So, give it to me,
baby. And while you're fucking my black ass, I'm
gonna get some more of my lovely sister's black
pussy."
And with that, Chet rolled over on top of Darla
and slipped his throbbing cock deep into his
sister's willing pussy. Rob wasted no time in
sinking his own cock to the hilt in Chet's
inviting asshole. The three young lovers soon
found a rhythm that had them all cumming together
in total ecstasy. And after resting a bit, they
all switched positions and Robbie found himself
fucking Darla's sweet, ebony ass while getting ass
fucked by her well hung brother.
After cumming again and again, Robbie thought that
he couldn't possibly get it up again any time
soon. But both Darla and Chet had other ideas as
they took turns sucking the young Marine's still
semi-hard cock back to life again.
"Now I want a little 'DP'," said Darla as she
straddled Robbie's nearly exhausted body and
impaled herself on his abused but willing cock.
Chet, of course, was definitely "up" for that.
He'd "double fucked" his sister many times before
with various "playmates" of theirs but he really
wanted to feel Robbie's cock rubbing against his
through the thin wall of flesh between Darla'
pussy and her tight and well filled rectum.
Between all the wine they had drunk, the weed
they'd smoked and the marathon sucking and fucking
they had engaged, in they soon all fell asleep
together in Sherrie's big king sized bed.
The next morning they woke up to mild headaches
and sore genitals but a quick shower together soon
cured the former and the latter didn't deter them
from some more serious fucking - well lubricated
with soap, water, saliva and their "natural"
secretions, of course. Their strenuous activities
of the night before didn't deter them in the least
from enjoying each other's bodies this morning.
Later, over a breakfast of ham and eggs and orange
juice, Robbie said, "Guys, last night was
wonderful, and so was our 'morning' fuck, but I'm
going to have to take off today and see if I can
locate my grandmother and try to find out what the
situation is with her. I gotta admit, I'm a little
bit nervous about confronting her out of the blue
like this. Would either or both of you like to
come along with me to offer moral support?" he
asked hopefully.
"I'd love to go with you," sighed Darla. "But I've
got to get back to the shop. I've got some very
important 'private' clients coming in today and I
wouldn't want to disappoint them, now would I?"
"Well, I don't have to spend my day in some boring
old store," chuckled Chet. "I'm on vacation and I
can do whatever I damn well please. I'd love to go
with you Robbie. After looking at Zelda's pictures
last night, I can't wait to see what the 'real
thing' is like."
"Chet, you're absolutely incorrigible," grinned
Darla. "I think you'd fuck you own grandmother if
she were still alive."
"Damn straight," replied a leering Chet.
"Especially if she looked anything like Robbie's
granmamma."
"Well, you two enjoy yourselves, then," said
Darla. "But I can promise you that the shop will
be anything but 'boring' today. I've got a
gorgeous young couple coming in to select the
bride's wedding trousseau and a couple of
'matronly' sisters who've scheduled a private
showing of our new line of 'intimate' apparel.
Should be an interesting day."
"And you say I'm incorrigible," laughed Chet.
"What other business would let you ogle all that
'feminine pulchritude' and assist them in trying
on all that sexy lingerie and stuff."
"Yeah, it does have it's 'compensations'," Darla
giggled. "And it pays pretty damn good, too. "I'm
so glad your mom trusted me with the store when
she left, Robbie. She even let me change the name;
did you know that?"
"Mom mentioned something about that," said Rob.
"What are you calling it now?"
"'The Last Taboo' - An Intimate Apparel Boutique
and Emporium," she replied proudly. "Don't you
just love it?"
"Yeah, I do," smiled Robbie. "Especially
considering the 'sexual proclivities' of the
owners, past and present. It's a perfect name."
"A lot of people think so," laughed Chet. "Darla
has to practically beat the customers away from
the door at times. I've been trying for months to
get her to hire me, but she says I'm not 'gay'
enough to work in a ladies boutique."
"Well, ok then, lover," said Robbie. "Why don't
you get your sweet little butt out of here and
Chet and I'll head off to do a little 'detective'
work. We'll take Mom's car and you can have
Chet's."
"And don't you dare put a scratch on it either,"
warned Chet. "I know how you drive."
"Oh, pooh!" replied Darla. "I'm just as good a
driver as you are and I haven't had nearly as many
tickets as you either. I'll see you guys when you
get back. Have fun!" and out the door she went.
The actual "detective" work hadn't taken the two
young men all that long, however. It turned out
that Zelda was still using her married name and
her address and phone number were listed in the
phone book. Very soon after arriving in town, they
pulled up in front of a modest bungalow at the end
of a cul-de-sac in a quiet, middle income
neighborhood.
"Chet, I don't mind telling you I'm still a little
nervous about this," said Robbie. "I'd almost
rather be in a F-18 with a heat seeker headed up
my ass."
"Aw, what're you worried about?" chided Chet. "You
actually scared of a little ol' lady you ain't
never seen before? What's she gonna do? Eat you
for lunch?"
"Yeah, that might be fun," laughed Robbie. "But
let's do it, before I lose my nerve completely."
"Well, you certainly look good enough to eat,"
replied Chet with a grin. "That uniform is bound
to melt away any old ladies inhibitions. "Go
ahead, Tiger! I'm right on your six."
The handsome, young Marine and his equally hunk of
a companion stepped up onto the porch and Robbie
rang the bell.
"Yes, may I help you?" asked the mature and very
attractive woman who opened the door. Robbie did a
double take as he looked into the face of this
lovely woman who so closely resembled his mother.
If Sherrie was a few years older or Zelda a few
year younger, they might almost pass for twins.
"Are you, by chance, Mrs. Blankston?" he asked
politely.
"Why yes," she replied. "Is there something I can
do for you?"
Robbie almost melted himself as he gazed at his
new found grandmother. She was really very
beautiful, he thought. She couldn't be much over
5'4" and didn't look like she weighed an ounce
more than his mom did. Her soft auburn hair curled
gently to her shoulders and seemed to emphasize
the golden flecks in her light, brown eyes. Her
breasts were still as big as his mom's and didn't
sag much more than hers either. Her slim waist
accented her slightly flaring hips.
"Well, yes ma'am, actually there is. I'm
Lieutenant Robbie Blankston and this is my friend,
Chet Pinkney. I wonder if we could step in and
talk to you for a minute?"
"Lt. Blankston, you say? Are you any relation to
my former husband?" she asked.
"Well, yes ma'am, I am," replied Robbie. "And
that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you
about."
"Of course, young man! Of course! Please come in.
Please sit down, both of you. Can I offer you a
glass of ice tea or something? You must be very
hot in that uniform jacket. Please make yourselves
comfortable. I'll just go get us some nice, cold
tea." She was obviously even more flustered than
Robbie was as she rushed out of the room towards
the kitchen.
"Man, she is some gorgeous grandma," whispered
Chet. "I'd fuck her in a Philadelphia minute," he
chuckled.
"I gotta agree with you there, bro," Robbie
whispered back. "A few years younger and she'd be
a dead ringer for my mom. Damn, this could be more
awkward than I thought."
"Awkward, schmawkward," grinned Chet. "The way she
was eyeing that uniform of yours, I got the
feeling that she wouldn't mind giving you a roll
in the hay right now. I think she ran out to get
her composure together before threw herself onto
you."
"Chet, you jerk," snapped Robbie. "Darla's right,
you're incorrigible. Now behave yourself. I hear
her coming back."
"O.k., boys. Here you go. I hope you like it
sweet. That' the only way I drink it. My, that's a
handsome uniform. My former husband was in the
Marines. Did you know that?" she asked nervously.
"Yes ma'am, I did," said Robbie. "In fact I know
quite a bit about my grandpa, even though I
understand he died a few months before I was born
and I never actually knew him. But my Mom's told
me a lot about him."
"Oh, my God," the woman gasped. "You can't be
Gerald's grandson! Can you? Yes, I think you can.
You look an awful lot like he did when I first
married him. My God, she repeated. I can't believe
this."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm afraid it is true," said Robbie.
"But it's a bit more complicated than that. And
that's why I'm here."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," the older woman snapped.
"Will you stop with the "Ma'am shit! Call me
Zelda. That's my name, you know. But, of course
you know. Why else would you be here if you didn't
know who I am."
"O.k. Zelda it is then," said Robbie softly. "You
called my mom a few weeks ago and said you would
like to see her again, I believe. I was on the
island with Mom and her husband, Don when you
called."
"Sherrie?" she gasped. "You're Sherrie's son? Good
lord! I didn't even know she had a son. I guess
that makes you my grandson then, doesn't it? Oh,
dear! This is a bit much for me to handle all at
once. I think I'm going to need something a little
stronger than this tea. Would you boys care for
something? I think I've got some bourbon in the
cupboard, and maybe some vodka or gin. What'll it
be?"
"I'll have a bourbon on the rocks, if it's not too
much trouble," said the young Marine.
"Make mine a vodka with a little tonic if you have
it," added Chet eyeing the lovely, mature woman as
she left the room again.
"Man, I think you shocked the shit out of the old
girl," smiled Chet. "I thought she was going to
faint dead away, there for a minute."
"So did I," agreed Rob. "I wonder how she's going
to deal with the rest of what I want to tell her?"
"Are you gonna tell her about the pictures we
found?" asked Chet with a lewd gleam in his eye.
"She'll surely faint then."
"I don't know yet," answered Robbie. "I'm going to
play it by ear and see how things go. Hell, she
probably doesn't even remember taking those
pictures. Or else that ol' Gerald destroyed them
years ago."
"Here we go boys," smiled Zelda returning with the
drinks. "I gotta tell you, this is quite a shock.
As you know, I haven't seen my daughter since she
was just a little girl. I read in the paper when
Gerald was killed, and then again when Jerry died.
I wanted to come back for Sherrie, then. But I was
afraid she wouldn't want to have anything to do
with me after all those years of being gone. I
still don't know whether she does or not."
"Why were you gone, Grandma Zelda?" asked Robbie
quietly. "Mom said she never knew. All Grandpa
Gerald ever told her and Jerry was that you just
weren't very happy and that you just up and
disappeared one day."
"Well, as you said a moment ago, 'it's a bit more
complicated than that'. What nobody else in the
family ever knew was that I was suffering from a
serious mental imbalance and I was afraid I would
do something terrible to the kids, or Gerald, or
maybe all of them. Believe me, I was pretty far
gone at the time. And I just wouldn't have been
able to live with myself if I had hurt my kids, or
Gerald either. So I just split. I checked myself
into a sanatorium as a 'Jane Doe' and never
revealed my real identity. By the time the
hospital decided I was 'cured', both Gerald and my
son were dead and I had no idea where Sherrie had
gone. I had lost touch with all the rest of the
family and it wasn't until I read about Sherrie's
wedding that I had any idea how to find her."
"And now you show up at my front door and I find
out that I've got a beautiful young grandson that
I never knew I had." And with that the sweet, old
woman completely lost it and broke down into
heartrending sobs.
Robbie quickly moved over beside her on the large,
overstuffed couch and took the distraught woman
into his strong, young arms. He just held her
tightly to his chest and let her cry, softly
rubbing her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"Shush now," he crooned. "It's gonna be alright.
I'm here now and I'm not going to let you go
again."
He kissed the top of her hair and tipping her head
back, he gently wiped away her tears with the
clean hanky that Chet handed him.
"Grandma Zelda," he said softly. "Mom asked me to
come find you and if you really wanted to come
home she wanted me to bring you back with me."
"Really?" sniffled Zelda. "She wants me back after
all these years? I was so afraid that she must
hate me. Shit! I hate me for abandoning my darling
girl when she was just a baby."
"She doesn't hate you, Grandma. Not at all. I
don't think Mom has a 'hating bone' in her body. I
think she's kind of confused about how she feels
right now. And that's why she asked me to come
find you, rather than coming herself.
"Oh God, Robbie. I can't believe this is
happening. She actually wants me to come back with
you? You can't possibly know how long I have
dreamed of that." And with that she began to cry
again as Robbie continued to hold her warmly in
his arms.
"Yes, Grandma. We all want you back. But there's
some things I must tell you first. And after I
tell you, you may not want to come home with me."
And as he dried her tears again, Robbie began to
tell his lovely, sweet grandmother all about their
life on 'Incest Island'.
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