The two families always got together for Tuesday Night Football. This had been a tradition even before Joe had gotten engaged to Charlotte. Now the two families were practically inseperable for that night. They did not even make plans. They just turned up. So when Travis turned up at the Strange family household with his wife and son no-one batted an eyelid. They had brought chicken bits which Joe and Travis quickly set about BBQing. The rest of the families lounged around the garden, with Kenny and Joe running off to horse around in the pool. Charlotte hung off Danny's arm looking stunning even in a white t-shirt and cutoff pair of shorts. It was a warm night and the teen glowed with health. 

Ceri was sitting reading a book. She and Joe had barely said a word to each other since Saturday, and both kids seemed to be uncomfortable around Char. Danny made a mental note to ask what had been happening. He hoped that there had not been a big fallout, not with the wedding just a couple of weeks away. For now though he was happy to keep turning the chicken with one hand while groping Char's ass with the other. He chatted to Travis while they waited for the food to cook.

"So we have hired the Church down on Parker Street for the ceremony. They said it was very unusual for a wedding to happen so quickly but were accomodating. Even when I introduced them to Char. I guess some people will never get over the difference in our ages."

Travis winked at his best pal. "Yeah. But money talks, eh, pal?"

Danny grinned back, tossing his hair. "Always. When I told them I wanted the full monty - all their choir and that stuff - they jumped at the chance. Especially since they need that new roof."

"We still have to be present for the bans though, and every Sunday up to the wedding." Pouted Char.

Danny kissed her gently. "Yeah, but that's standard. No way out of it. Even if you DO hate getting up early on the Sabbath."

She stuck out her perfect pink tongue at him. "I like a lay-in."

Danny thought about what she liked to do during a lay-in and had to admit he agreed. Looking over at the boys in the pool he shouted at them to "pack in their horsing." He was always worried one or the other would get hurt the way they went at it. Not really a protective parent, thought Danny, but just a concerned one. He hated looking after injured kids. And Char was not exactly the mothering type.

"We're going for the full black-tie affair. Char has picked out her dress - white of course -"

" - it's antique ivory -"

" - sorry, antique ivory."

Travis raised an eyebrow at his daughter. "It's white, daddy." She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Men! No idea of colours."

Danny slapped her arse. "Don't talk to your dad like that. We have the whole family coming. Even some of Hilary's. Mostly the unmarried ones of course."

Travis laughed his high pitched laugh. "Weddings are always a great place to meet chicks. Or guys for the girls. What is it about the emotion? Sets everyone off right horny."

Just as he was about to elaborate, Jemma emerged from the house. She was carrying a plate of bread rolls. Jemma was short, dark haired, and curvy. She was very cute, and Danny had always been able to see where a lot of her daughter's facial features came from. Her hair hung a straight shot to her waist, and her dark eyes always sparkled with mirth. She was quick to laugh. Physically she was slightly overweight with soft skin. Her boobs were very large and she enjoyed showing them off with low cut tops that took the eye away from her poochy tummy. From the back she had a big ass but Danny always enjoyed looking at it anyway. He was always captivated by the way it moved. She wore glasses with thick geeky frames and generally personified the image.

The rest of Char's body was her dad's though. He was tall, thin, reedy almost. He had a shock of red hair that fuzzed around his head. Blue eyes. Despite his thin build he was quite strong and at least three inches taller than Danny himself, so towering over his wife and daughter. Travis was a computer programmer by trade and wore thin rimmed glasses . His movements were always jumpy and nervous, but he had a quick wit. Most women that Danny had met wanted to mother the bloke, and Travis was very good at turning that into a good shag opportunity. Strangely he had pulled more girls at college than Danny had, but Danny's had been better quality.

In short they did not look like the wild swingers that they were. But does anybody?

Jemma set down the rolls, so Danny took a quick peek down his future Mother-In-Law's cleavage. She looked up and caught him and gave him a warning look. Danny knew she was joking. 

"God, Jemma, it's weird to think after all these years that you're going to be my Mom!"

She reached out and flicked his ear. "Don't you ever call me that! I'm two years younger than you, for Christs sake!"

They all laughed. They laughed some more when the boys came over and sprayed them all with water. Both were just in their trunks and were shivering slightly in the evening air. Not that it stopped them from stealing some chicken legs and racing off to sit by the pool again. Danny noticed how Char's eyes followed Joe and knew she was horny. He laughed at the thought of her getting turned on by his son. Bless the lad, she'd eat him alive!

Getting two plates of breast meat and a few chips, Joe wandered over and sat next to his daughter. His future family stood off to one side chattering about the upcoming big day. 

"So what you reading?" He asked.

Ceri put down the book and gratefully took the plate from him. "Just a silly murder mystery. Nothing special. It's about a monk during the middle ages who goes around solving crimes."

"Ah, Cadfael. I've seen the tv series."

"Why doesn't that surprise me, dad?" Grinned Ceri.

As they talked casually, Danny couldn't help but allow his eyes to trail up and down his lovely young daughter's body. She was just wearing a wrap skirt and white t-shirt. Nothing special. But her lovely long legs were mostly visable and once when she shifted her caught a glimpse of her white panties underneath. The t-shirt was nice and tight and showed off her firm rack and bright, strawberry blond hair. He was very proud of his daughter and the way she looked. Very glad that he had found a woman who looked like her too. The whole conversation they were having reminded him of the ones that he and Char had once had two years ago. Before they started rutting like animals in heat. They still talked but fucked more. It just seemed right.

Danny shifted and crossed his legs, hiding his newly resurgent erection from his daughter. Damn, he would be glad when she moved out. Well not glad but at least relieved. The girl was a pest because not matter how much he tried not to, he associated her with Char very strongly. And Char always got him hard, now so did Ceri. Danny grinned and wondered what it would be like, just for a second. Just one second.

Then he brushed the thought away and got down to serious business.

"So what's the problem between you two and Char?" He asked in his best fatherly voice.

Ceri looked shocked and went red. "Nothing."

"You can't hide it from me. I'd like it all out before the wedding, young lady."

Ceri sighed. "Okay, okay. She caught Joe and I being naughty in the pool the other day. But she didn't tell us off, dad! She just tutted and swam. And now we're worried about what our punishment is going to be, because she's bound to have told you."

Danny shook his head. "She hasn't told me anything. As far as I know nothing happened. So what you kids were doing can't have been that bad." Ceri looked away, blushing furiously. He continued. "So don't worry about it. I'm sure you guys were just horsing around. It's not like it can be that bad. Just... consider yourself chastised and don't do it again. Whatever it was...?"

"Oh dad!" Danny jumped as his daugher threw her arms around him. Shit! He shifted his hips quickly so his boner wasn't pressing into her side. It was hard though, what with her perky young breasts pressing into his chest and all. He tried to think of making it go down, but with little success. Not with her rubbing them against him like that. Just like Char did when they were getting started.




Joe was growing a little bored of hanging around with Kenny. The lad was okay but a little boring. He knew they would be brothers soon and was looking forwards to that but the kid was wearing on him a little. Especially with so many sexy girls around. Joe allowed his eyes to rove as he ate chicken and casually chatted to his future brother. He looked over to where Char, Travis and Jemma were talking by the BBQ. It was amazing that Char and Jemma were mother and daughter. Char was such a short, thin thing whereas Jemma was a curvy full blown woman. Joe knew that the subject of Char's birth was a little taboo. Jemma had gotten pregnant when she had been seventeen and Travis nineteen. They had married as soon as they could and were living together when Char was born. Travis had finished his university training while looking after a baby. 

Not that Joe thought that Jemma was not worth it. He rather admired the woman who would soon be his grandmother. Sure they had a great relationship and Joe considered her to be more of a friend than a adult. Jemma had a cheeky, a naughty sense of humour and she always let him have plenty of peeks at her tits and ass. He loved the way she wore lots of low cut tops and jeans. He liked the fact that despite her having a large ass she still wore skimpy swimsuits, and g-strings below her jeans. She was quite a cracker even though she did not have a models figure. Joe smiled happily at the thought he would be allowed to look at her and spend many years with her to come. He was also happy that Jemma helped take his mind off Char and Ceri, and the blowjobs that they had both given him. For boy was he horny. And mischevious.

Leaping up, the lad ran across the decking and pulled on Char's hair. The teen screamed and turned on him but by then he was gone. He pelted towards the pool at full tilt. He could hear that Char was not far behind him. Although she was older than him by four years she still had a spark of the teenaged playfulness about her and Joe enjoyed playing with her. Reacxhing the edge of the pool he dived in at full stretch, knowing that she could not follow him in. As he hit the water he pulled hard with his arms.

That's when the hand closed aorund his leg. His lungs bursting from running he pushed to the surface. The hand holding his ankle twisted so that he rolled over onto his back. He spluttered for air, gasping one, and then got pulled under again. Someone was tickling him as he fought for the surface. They let him up for one breath and then pushed him under again. Whoever it was was small but persistent and knew they had him off balance. The tickling continued, working up and down his ribs. One hand went lower and tickled his crotch and he gasped air again. The hand went to his balls again and then gave his shaft a quick jerk. The teen fought against the body pushing him under, feeling breasts mashing against his hip. Young, pert breasts. Finally he managed to get his feet under him and pushed upwards. Bursting from the water he caught sight of who he had been fighting.

Standing upright, water flowing from her hair, was Char. Despite wearing t-shirt and jeans she had leapt in after him. The shirt had gone slightly see-thru. She had not been wearing a bra. He could see the slight darkness of her pink nipples clearly through the material. She had a demented look on her face. Joe was slightly afraid and very turned on. She kept tickling him, laughing as she did. One hand was on his ribs and the other roving around. It quickly dived down and palmed her turgid dick again through his shorts. He gasped and gave her a shocked look, not able to believe that she was doing this in front of her parents and future husband. And his sister.

But God did it turn him on. Joe let her tickle some more, using her body to block their naughty action from the families. Then he pushed her away, making sure to brush up against her breast with his hand as he did so. Looking over at his dad he realised that the old man could not see what they were doing because of the shrubbery and the side of the pool. Dad was not looking anyway. The water was cold around his erection. Joe made a decision. If she was going to grab him there...

...he swan after her and, while splashing at her, put his hand under the water and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She gasped and gave him a shocked look but made no move to get away. The horny boy played with her crotch for a few moments and then darted his hand away and pushed her under. Dunked her once, twice, three times until she was all soaking wet. The t-shirt was doing an okay job of covering her modesty, but Joe was taken now. Pulling it up he snook his hand under it and, playhorsing all the while, ran his fingers over her lovely young tits. The girl fought back but groaned and put her hand to his crotch again. OIt disappeared down the front of his shorts and she gave his upright member a few quick excited tugs. He thrust his hips at her and kissed her quickly on the mouth. Her lips were warm and soft, just as he remembered them from when she had blown him. Laughing she twisted away and swam to the edge of the pool. She put her hands on the side and pushed upwards, lifting herself. The water cascaded down off her body. Joe admired the way the tight jean material clung to her perky bottom as she left the pool. Turning, his future mother held up a finger and wiggled it. "Tut tut." She shouted. "That'll teach you to pull my hair, son!"

Joe gulped and rolled over, swimming away. He was aghast at his own behavior but the girl just turned him on so much. After she had blown him he had had many naughty dreams about her. When she had caught him with Ceri he had thought it was all over. But of course it would not be, because Char too had given him a BJ. If she had told his dad then Joe could also have told. And shown photos. Sure, it would be a little dififcult to explain but both of them would be in trouble. And now, after what had just happened he knew that Char was not just tolerating him and playing a game. She fancied him.

Joe smiled happily as a sense of happiness eased over him. He wondered when he was going to get his next BJ...




