J. Brown
Homespun Fun

Chapter 1

"Is the water still good and hot?" the tall, naked man asked as he rinsed his razor under the tap and put it away in the medicine chest.

"Just the way you like it, sweet," replied a low, sultry voice from behind the closed shower doors. "Come on in."

Ken Sheridan stretched the muscles in his broad back as he glanced around the large bathroom, thinking how good it was to be home. He eyed the vague form behind the frosted doors, knowing what was waiting for him, and feeling his rigid erection jump and jerk with expectancy. It was going to be good. Sliding a panel back, he stepped in under the pelting spray.

The woman soaping herself down smiled at him, then glanced at the immense penis that was angling up from his groin. "Welcome, stranger."

He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth. "Who are you greeting, Sis, me or my cock?"

"Both." There was an expression of longing on her face as she stared at the massive, hairy muscle with its huge, bluish-purple head, then handed him the soap and curled her hand around his tool. "It's so nice to hold it again. Honestly, Ken, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen.

Thank God you know how to use it."

The hot water raining on his back was already soothing his aching muscles as he gave her back the soap and cloth. "Why don't you wash me off, Lynn?"

"It'll be a pleasure."

While she washed his arm and torso, Ken's gaze roved over his sister's lush figure. Her face and body were those of a model's, and indeed she had been one until her breasts became excessively large. For a woman of thirty-seven, she in no way showed her age, and in fact looked ten years younger.

"You never seem to look any older, baby," he said, watching her firm, upthrust tits sway and slap together as she rubbed him, the pink nipples hard and protruding. Her stomach was flat and muscled, her hips curving into exceptionally attractive legs, and at the apex of her thighs was the thickest bush of pubic hair he had ever seen.

"I manage to keep in shape," she murmured, crouching down to wash his legs and genitals.

He laughed while she lathered his cock and balls. "Yeah, I've heard that fucking is one of the best exercises."

Lynn rose and said with mock severity, "Oh, shut up and turn around, you big bastard. You get your share of ass, too."

"That's true," he said as she scrubbed his back and buttocks, "but I've never been able to find a piece quite as good as you are. You ought to set up a school on screwing."

Giggling, Lynn backed up to let him rinse off. "Maybe that's what we should both do, brother dear. I haven't found a prick yet that satisfied me like yours. Why don't we go into business?"

He stepped aside to let her under the shower, and when she had the soap off, took her in his arms and kissed her, pressing his stiff pole against her and crushing her huge tits against his chest. "Let's fuck in here, Lynn. We haven't done that for a long time."

She made sure her shower cap was on securely, then put a hand between them to bend his prick down and rub it against her pussy. "I'd like that. Which way?"

"Bend over, and I'll dick you from behind."

After giving him a quick kiss while she squeezed his hard rod, she spun quickly and bent over, resting her hands on the faucets. The water sprayed her back as she spread her feet wide. "I'm all set, honey. Give me a good one. I haven't had a really terrific orgasm since the last time you fucked me."

Ken moved up behind her, spread her firm ass cheeks with his thumbs, then rubbed his cockhead down the dark cleft until he found her gaping cunt hole. Planting his feet on the slippery tub, he pressed his hips forward slowly, feeling her cunt hole open and stretch around his dick.

He could feel the pressure on his glans in his nuts.

"Ken, you're teasing!" Lynn whimpered. "Please, don't! You know I'm almost ready to cum right now!"

"Easy, babe!" he said hoarsely. "So am I! At least let me get the damn thing in!"

Sliding his hands up to her small waist, he peered down through the crack of her ass and watched his pecker disappear as he drove it into her slippery sheath. She had a twat like that of a young girl, and it gripped his penetrating piston like a fist. When he finally poked his cock knob against her womb, she grunted and sucked in her breath.

"Ooohhh, Ken! Hhhuuuhhh! Lord, what a prick! I haven't been this full since you left! Oh, Christ, I'm cumming now!"

He felt her shudder and heard her sob quietly as the spasms of climax flooded through her. It was always that way the first time after he had been away for a while. When her tremors had quieted, he began stroking his cock in and out of her juicy pussy, listening to the wet schlucking sounds his plunging piston was making in her sopping tunnel.

"Ooohhh, Lynn! Squeeze on it! Work your ass! That's it, baby."

The woman was now swiveling and gyrating her hips, bucking back against the long, fat joint that was impaled in her writhing twat. Each time the swollen tip slammed into her, she felt an electric charge surge through her and let out a grunt.

"Huh! Ooohhh, Ken! More! God, you don't know how I needed this."

The spraying torrent from the shower head was splattering them both as Ken increased the speed of his darting pole. He rammed it in to the hilt, withdrew nearly the entire length, then plowed it in again, his swinging scrotum slapping against the puffy lips of her snatch.

Bubbling sperm was coursing through the tubes in his groin, and it wouldn't be long before he would have to release it.

"Baby, you're the best piece I've ever had! Tight as a virgin. Tell me when you're ready. I'm so close! Close!"

Lynn's flopping tits were throwing water like a shaking dog as she undulated and humped, tightening her vaginal walls even more on her brother's embedded cock. Her knuckles were white as she held the faucets and backed hard onto his thrilling member.

"Now, Kenny! Now! Oh, Jesus, fuck me!"

Ken gave her three final thrusts, then left his jerking cock stuck in to the root as seething cum spurted from the end of his rod and shot in jets against her womb. He left his joint soaking in her steamy vagina until they had both regained their senses, then he wormed it out, watching the thick glob of fuck juice follow the head of his dick and splat on the floor of the tub between her feet. As he washed their combined cream from his tool and balls, Lynn straightened up and turned around.

"Why does it always have to be so damn fast with us?" she complained.

"Why can't we make it last and enjoy it for a while?"

"Maybe we could, if we were together more often, but it's so long between times."

"I know," she said sullenly, reaching around to turn off the water.

"You and those damn mining jobs. Why in the hell couldn't you have been an accountant instead of a fucking engineer?"

He laughed as he slid the panel open and stepped out. "That's a good one. 'Fucking engineer.' Well, I guess I am at that."

"Oh, you know what I mean." She got out and they began drying each other off. "You can't go gallivanting around the world forever, you know. When are you going to settle down?"

"Soon, baby. Very soon."

Stepping through the door into the master bedroom, he put on an embroidered silk karate robe, brushed out his brown hair, then followed his sister down the hall to her bedroom, one of four in the vast, rambling ranch-style house. Taking a cigarette from her pack on the dresser, he lit it, then perched on the side of her bed while she sat down naked at the dressing table to fix her face and hair.

"Do you really have to go to that first-aid class tonight, Lynn? I've only been back a couple of hours, and already everybody's taking off on me. I'd like to get clued in on a few things, especially since you're leaving for Mom and Dad's tomorrow."

"I'm afraid I do, dear. After what happened to Dana, I should know what to do in an emergency. It scared the hell out of me."

"Okay, bring me up to date. I don't think I got the whole story in your letters, and Dana didn't say much before she left for her piano lessons."

"All right." She began applying mascara. "I was out late, shopping, and she thought she'd help out by fixing supper. She made a casserole and stuck it in the oven. A few minutes later she noticed the fire wasn't on, and tried to light the pilot. It blew up in her face."

"I know that much. Go on."

"Well, Toby heard her scream, and ran into the kitchen. Her dress was on fire and she was holding her face. He ripped her dress off, doused her with cold water, and called the fire department. Luckily, Dr.

Larson was at the hospital. She wasn't hurt badly, but she was blinded temporarily. She was only in the hospital for one day, but she'll have to wear those patches on her eyes for a while longer yet."

"Christ!" Ken muttered. "Is this Larson taking good care of her?"

Lynn smiled into the mirror. "He'd better. I paid him off in female currency. In a motel room. For four solid hours!"

He flicked an ash off his cigarette. "I might have known. How is she otherwise?"

"She doesn't like her father being gone all the time. For a fifteenyear-old girl with no mother and an absent father, I'd say she's doing great."

"And how about your kids?" he asked, ignoring the snide remark.

The woman's blue-black hair swished across her back as she swung around to face him. "Don't you mean our kids?"

He nodded mutely and sighed.

"Our kids are just fine. They're doing good in school, and they've been a lot of help with Dana. And before you ask, no, they don't know that they're sisters and brother and not cousins."

Ken put out his butt and leaned forward with elbows on knees, weariness showing in his eyes. "Hasn't Phil found out yet that Toby and Nancy aren't his kids?"

Lynn turned back to the mirror and resumed putting on her cosmetics.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? You know he got married. Well, when he couldn't knock up his new wife, he went in for a check-up, and found out that he'd been sterile all his life. Right after that, about four months ago, he went to court and cut off child support for me. He doesn't know you're their father, but he does know it wasn't him."

"For God's sake, why didn't you let me know? I could have given you more money!"

She put down her lipstick and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"Ken, I didn't need it. I've saved most of the money you've paid me for taking care of things for the last five years since poor Carol died. I live in a beautiful house, I have my family, and everything I want.

What more could I ask for?"

"You've been a helluva lot of help, Sis, and I appreciate it more than I can say."

Lynn stood up and walked over to him with her hips swaying seductively.

Pulling his face into her furry snatch, she let him nuzzle it for a moment, then knelt between his legs. She parted his robe and kissed the tip of his prick, leaving a red smear, before looking up at him.

"Dearest, I wanted to. Besides being my brother, you're my lover, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Then too, I want our children to be around their father as much as they can, whether they're aware of the truth or not."

His cock was distending into a hard-on when he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her hazel eyes. "Have you ever regretted our fucking all these years and my giving you those two babies?"

"Never! Not for a minute! If you hadn't been my brother, I'd have married you a long time ago, and we'd have been happy as hell."

"I'm glad." He lowered his hands and fondled her fleshy, hard-nippled tits. "Sure you have to go?"

She kissed his cock again, then leaped to her feet, her face flushed.

"We'll have plenty of time to fuck, and you've got to rest up from your trip. I'll be back from Graywater before you know it, and then we'll fuck and suck ourselves silly."

When she began dressing, Ken got up for another cigarette and leaned against the dresser to watch her cover her luscious body. "You say Mom will only be in the hospital a few days?"

"Uh huh. It's just a small stomach tumor. Dad needs caring for, though, after that stroke he had. I'm taking Toby with me, so you'll just have to watch the girls."

"Anything special I have to do about Dana?"

"No. A nurse comes by to change the dressing and put drops in her eyes.

She has to be led around, though, 'cause she bumps into things, but Nancy usually does that."

"Nancy's sixteen now, isn't she?"

Lynn arched her eyebrows as she tucked her enormous tits into a bra.

"You should know. And Toby's seventeen, in case you've forgotten that, too."

"No," he said shamefully, "I haven't forgotten. Any special instructions?"

"Can't think of any. Mrs. Dever is still giving Dana piano lessons, like tonight, to keep her mind off her eyes, but Nancy takes her there and brings her back. That's about it."

"I suppose we'll manage."

She tucked in her blouse, gave herself a final inspection in the mirror, then walked over to him and rubbed a hand over his pelvis, caressing his prick and scrotum. "God, I'd love to give you a blow-job right now, you horny stud, but it's almost eight and I've got to go.

Get a good rest, and I'll see you in the morning."

Ken walked with her through the house to the front door. "By the way, what time is curfew?"

"Usually ten. Toby's at the movies, so he may be a little bit late, but it's okay. Don't worry about them. They take pretty good care of themselves."

After kissing her good-bye, he switched on the television on his way to the kitchen to mix himself a stiff highball. Though he had never regretted buying the big, four-bedroom home, he rattled around in it when he was by himself, and needed noise and a drink for company.

Settling down in his favorite recliner, he realized the completeness of civilized living again, yet knew it wouldn't be too long before his feet began to itch and he would be off to some far distant country, agonizing over the discomforts usually inherent in such a trip.

He hadn't yet drained his glass and relaxed completely when the front door flew open and the two girls came in, Nancy leading Dana by the hand. Seeing the thick gauze patches on Dana's eyes and watching her grope helplessly in front of her made him feel sorry for the girl, but he knew that pity was the least effective therapy.

"Hi, kids. How did the lesson go, Dana?"

"Oh, all right, I guess," she replied dully.

"She did great, Uncle Ken!" Nancy said. "Like Mrs. Dever says, you're not supposed to look at the keys anyway."

Dana was tall, like himself, but had her mother's blonde hair and blue eyes. A very pretty girl, she had developed considerably during the six months he'd been gone, and the mountainous breasts pushing her sweater out were more like a woman's than a girl's. Also like her mother, she had outstanding legs that were revealed nearly to the crotch by her short skirt.

Her cousin/sister was the image of Lynn, except that her hair was a dark brown. Perfectly proportioned and beautiful, she had an enticing ass that was clearly outlined by the skin-tight jeans she was wearing.

They molded to her so closely that he could see the crease of her cunny.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ken said. "Either of you hungry?"

"I'm not," Dana answered, in the same monotone with which she had greeted him earlier. "I think I'll go to my room and lay down and listen to some music. Practicing tired me out tonight."

"Me neither," Nancy said. "Uncle Ken, after I take Dana to her room, can I go see my friend across the street? I'll be home by ten."

"I don't see why not. And thanks for helping Dana. It's nice of you."

"No problem. C'mon, kid."

"Good night, Daddy," Dana said, letting Nancy lead her away. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night, baby. Have a good sleep."

While Ken was in the kitchen pouring another drink, he heard the front door close. Returning to the living room, he sat down and stared at the TV disconsolately, upset over Dana's reaction to his homecoming and wondering if there was anything he could do to console her.

Until she was ten, he had been around fairly often, working mostly in the States. But when his wife, Carol, died of cancer, he felt he had to get as far away as possible. Lynn was divorced by that time, and wasn't doing much modeling, so she offered to take over his household, and he accepted eagerly.

Not only was his sister an excellent housekeeper, but she was also a terrific fuck, and had been since they were teenagers. He thought she would be a perfect stand-in mother for Dana, and a wonderful piece of ass for him whenever he returned. Besides, he felt he owed something to Toby and Nancy since he was their natural father.

When he had shown up that afternoon, he had thought that Dana's disinterested response had been due to the trouble with her eyes, but now he began to think there was some other reason than that. If it hadn't been for everything else going on, he would have asked Lynn before she left.

He gulped his drink, then went to take a piss. When he came out, he nearly ran into Nancy in the hallway. "Back so soon?"

"Oh, Patty wasn't home. I was going to go to Ann's, but then I thought I'd come back and keep you company."

"Fine. Glad to have you."

"I'll be out in a minute. I want to change."

Ken made himself another highball, telling himself it would be the last one as he was beginning to feel it, then went back to his chair. He was in the process of lighting a cigarette when Nancy entered wearing an ankle-length blue nightgown that was so sheer he could see her body as clearly as though she had nothing on.

The figure he had appraised underneath her clothes was nothing like the real thing. The girl's high breasts were large, conical, and pushed out proudly against the thin material, with dime-size nipples at the tips.

The vee of dark hair covering her pelvis was visible, as were the curls between her rounded thighs.

"Want anything from the kitchen, Uncle Ken?" she asked as she approached him. "I'm going to have some ice cream."

His cigarette and lighter were halfway to his lips, and he had trouble not only keeping his eyes from her sex areas, but also in finding his voice. Carefully training his gaze on her innocent face, he managed to croak, "No, thanks, honey. I've just been out there."

"Okay."

As he watched her waltz across the room with her saucy ass jiggling and the dark crevice between her buns showing, he felt a tremendous surge in his loins and his prick began to swell. She had taken him by such surprise, walking in like a girl in a cat house for viewing, that he couldn't stop the reaction.

Jesus Christ! he thought. Does she walk around like that all the time?

By the time she returned with her bowl of ice cream, he was sufficiently recovered to light his cigarette and hide his hardon as best he could. But, when she plopped down on the couch and drew her knees up to where he could see the patch of ringlets that surrounded her cunt, he was unnerved again, and his prick started to throb painfully.

"What are you watching?" she asked, totally unaware of what she was doing to him.

"I, uhhh, don't really know. I had my mind on something else. Anything you want to see?"

"No. I'm gonna finish this and crash. I was gonna ask you a lot about where you've been, but I know you must be pretty beat."

Ken's hands were trembling as he sneaked quick glances at her inviting pussy and mouth-watering tits, but she didn't notice as she was watching the screen intently. He crossed his wrists in his lap to conceal the erection that was bulging his robe out, trying to ignore the lascivious thoughts that were causing his heart to race.

Get a hold of yourself, you damn fool! he thought. For God's sake, she's your daughter!

Nancy finished her ice cream and stood up, the light from the hallway glowing through her gown and showing every delectable outline of her body. "Sure there's nothing I can get you?"

"No, really. I'm fine."

Smiling charmingly, she carried her bowl to the sink, then came back to lean over him for a kiss. The top part of her nightie fell away, and he caught a quick glimpse of her naked tits, all the way to her rosy nipples. She pecked him lightly and hugged him.

"We're all glad you're back, Uncle Ken. I hope you'll stay a while this time."

"I'm going to try very hard."

"Good." She straightened up and started away. "I'm going to see if Dana has to go to the potty before I go to bed. Night."

"Good night, sweet."

Her exit left him feeling like liquid jelly, except for the rigid erection sticking up from his pelvis. With very few exceptions, he had never felt such a strong passionate desire. It was so vile and so disgusting. She was his daughter! A virgin! And only sixteen-years-old!

The ice cubes in his glass clinked in his quavering hand as he lifted it to his lips. He rubbed his brow and his eyes, wondering if he hadn't been away from humanity so long that he had forgotten what normalcy was. He'd heard of it happening, but he wasn't that kind of man! Not at all!

A return trip to the kitchen for a straight shot soothed his rattled nerves a bit, and, after a calming cigarette, he felt a little better.

It was nine o'clock, and he debated whether to wait up for Lynn and Toby, then decided against it. What he needed was some sleep to get back to normal.

Turning off the television, he stepped into the hallway, then noticed a light under Dana's closed door. Thinking he might smooth things over if he spoke to her briefly, he stepped up to it, rapped softly, then went in.

Dana was stretched out on her bed with one arm flung over her eyes, listening to music from her 8-track, wearing a flimsy yellow gown of the same type as Nancy's.