Learning Family Secrets

The drive home was beautiful. The sun was shining, and the interstate was wide open. Norma had an I-PASS and a lead foot, and we arrived at my house in no time. During the entire trip Norma had been talking with George on her hands free cell phone. She described how I had fucked her mom Sara and eaten her out the day before. “Dearest,” she told him as we were pulling into my driveway, “I think Darrell has earned the right to know all the family secrets.” He responded, “Of course hun’. Darrell has obviously earned the right to know everything, especially since he and Francine have agreed to put up Brenda and Marcia for the whole school year.”

We climbed out of Norma’s car and went in through the front door. Francine, George, Brenda and Marcia were waiting for us in the living room. George stood as we entered, offering me his hand to shake. He had a good grip, and smiled as he told me, “We’re glad to have you in the family, Darrell. Norma and I both appreciate how willing you have been to share bodies with all the women in my life. I know you had a good time yesterday fucking Norma and her mom, and I certainly have missed fucking Francine for a good long time before last night. I really appreciate that you and sis have promised to let Brenda and Marcia stay here until June so Marcia can finish high school without the two of them having to deal with losing their home because Brenda’s good for nothing husband jumped bail.”

I smiled back at George. “I can’t imagine it will be any hardship for Francine and me,” I answered. “I’m sure Brenda and Marcia will be as good company to us as I already learned Norma and Sara can be.” All the women giggled at this remark. George turned towards the sofa, gesturing in the direction of his daughter Brenda and granddaughter Marcia sitting there. Brenda stood up first. She was as tall as me in her six inch black patent heels. Her skin was as pale as Botticelli’s Venus. Her radiant face was beautifully framed by raven hair hanging straight down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. She was wearing a halter neck black cocktail dress with a hem just above her knees, and her back bare all the way down to her waist.

Though Brenda was 40, her breasts were a very perky B cup, with nipples pushing out the fabric of the dress. She looked like a college girl. She stepped forward to greet me. “Pleased to meet you, Darrell. And, thanks so much for your hospitality to Marcia and me.” She put her arms around my waist, squeezed me tightly against her hips and chest, and planted what I now knew was the traditional family open mouthed French kiss of greeting on my lips. With everyone watching, I hugged her tightly and kissed her back for a full fifteen seconds. “The pleasure is surely all mine,” I replied.

Brenda then took my hand and turned me toward Marcia. At 18, Marcia was as tall as her mother, but not quite as pale.