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A Marine's Loving Family Ch. 3

by SlyFox ©

"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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