Family Pool Party

by Lubrican


This is a story I found in my projects folder, already mostly written, with no notes. What that usually means is that I read a story somewhere that inspired me either to rewrite it, or write my own story based on the same plot idea. Sometimes those happen late at night, and I get this idea and I write most or all of a story, until I get sleepy. I think that's what happened here. But if that's what happened, I didn't keep a record of whose story gave me the idea. So if this sounds familiar, it might be because somebody else wrote a story much like it. Before I did.

Like I always say, though, there's nothing new under the sun. It's just a simple stroke story, but I liked the characters, so I polished it up and here it is.


P.S. After posting this story, I got an email from Bondi Beach, who wrote the original story called Family Pool Party. (You'd think I'd have at least done a title search before posting my version!) He was very generous about letting me hijack his plot idea. I encourage everyone to read his original story at And I'm not saying that because I'm trying to look less thieving. I'm saying that because his story is good.

I looked around for Jill, my wife. We were the hosts of the family reunion, this year, and while I'd been getting more beer and wine for our clan, I hadn't seen her in a while. It was getting late, and I saw that most of the extended family had already gone back to the RV park to get supper. Pretty much everybody had an RV, and they always combined a camping trip with the reunions we had every couple of years.

"Hey, you seen your aunt?" I asked my niece, Megan, as she came up to get a soda.

"She and Daddy were thick as thieves a little while ago," said the girl.

Maybe 'girl' isn't the right word for Megan any more. Yes, she's still only seventeen, but she looks all woman, especially when she's wearing a bikini that barely covers her nipples, and shows off her teenage camel toe like she's looking for something to stuff in her pussy.

"Can you take over handing out drinks?" I asked. "I need to go find her."

"She loves you to pieces, you know," said Megan.

I had been looking around, but that brought my gaze back to her.


"You're the love of her life," she said.

"Well, that's nice to know," I said.

The 'girl' stepped closer, significantly invading my personal space. I wanted to look down at her thrusting breasts, to see how close they were to me, but I controlled the impulse. I looked at her face instead. Her head was tilted, as if she was examining me, and the look in her eyes was ... odd. Her lips moved, drawing my eyes as she spoke again.

"You don't know about them ... do you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. And the way she said it made something happen in my swim suit. That shocked me more than what she was suggesting.

"And you do?" It was bluster. I was flustered.

"David and I spied on her at New Years."

I blinked. "Spied?"

"We saw them kissing at Thanksgiving. We were curious about what else they might do."

"You saw my wife and your father ... kissing ... at Thanksgiving."

"Don't be that way," she said, hearing the heat in my voice. "They grew up together. They were close. Very close. Naughty close."

"How do you know this?" I gasped.

"Daddy got a little drunk one night." She grinned, a lazy grin. "Okay, a lot drunk one night. And I asked him about why he looks at Aunt Jill the way he does, sometimes. It's how the boys at school look at me sometimes. And he was drunk enough that he said some things he wished he hadn't said later."

"Naughty close?"

She moved closer, and suddenly I felt the wet tips of her bikini top touching my bare chest.

"Like when I used to sit on your lap and you got a boner," she whispered.

There was a very long, very uncomfortable pause. At least for me. Then the fingertips of both her hands suddenly pressed against me as her hands came up to rest on my sides.

"You knew about that?" I asked weakly. That had only been three or four years back, when Megan was filling out and flowering into womanhood.

"So did my mother. She made me stop."

"Oh shit," I moaned.

"Oh, she wasn't mad!" said Megan, leaning back. "She just said it wasn't fair to you for me to tease you, if I wasn't going to let you get any relief."

"Oh," I said.

"I thought you and her were having an affair, back then."


"Well, she sat on your lap too, and when she made me stop, she didn't stop herself."

I thought about that. It was true that Susan sat on my lap with relative frequency. She didn't stay there long. She usually just sat down, threw her arms around my neck and said something sweet to me. Now that I thought about it, she only stayed long enough to get me good and hard, before getting up and going on with whatever.

"We weren't having an affair," I said.

"I know that now. I watched the two of you like a hawk. That's one reason I noticed Daddy and aunt Jill acting kind of secretive one time. I asked David about it and he said he'd thought about it too, but didn't know why. So we spied on them after that, and saw them kissing at Thanksgiving and then ..." she trailed off.

"And then?" I asked.

"I don't want you to be unhappy," she said. "I love you the way you are, and I don't want things to change."

"Well it's kind of late for that," I growled. "I mean you spilled the beans already. Now you have to empty the can."

"That's a stupid analogy," she said, leaning forward to touch my chest again.

"Are you teasing me?" I asked suddenly.

"Maybe," she said, her green eyes clear and unashamed.

"So what else did you see?"

"Can I tell you something first?"


"I wish I could sit on your lap right now."

I blinked. That could mean so many things. It could mean she was melancholy for the past. It could mean she was tired of standing. It could mean she wanted to tease me, without offering me any relief.

Or ... it could mean she was now willing to supply that relief.

"It wouldn't be a good idea at all for you to sit on my lap right now," I said, feeling my penis reach full potential. I call that place where it's very firm, and it knows what it was made for, but isn't as diamond stiff as it will be as it actually slides in a juicy pussy. Not that I don't like that feeling. It's delightful. Even when your niece is the one causing it. The problem was that I was a little confused as to what else might be causing it. I had never thought about Jill and Dennis ... her brother ... kissing or ... doing other things together. And thinking about that now didn't make me feel like I thought I was supposed to feel.

"Why?" she asked.

I actually had to think, to remember what her question referred to. My penis gave a twitch in my swim suit to remind me.

"It would be very uncomfortable, right now," I said, without thinking it through.

One of her hands left my waist as she stepped back a little and looked down. I looked down too. For some reason my eyes centered on her bare feet. Her toenails were painted red. I was astonished more than you will ever know as her hand drifted forward, found my lump, and squeezed it gently ... testing.

"Is that because you know Daddy and Aunt Jill are being naughty close right now ... or because of me?"

My eyes snapped back up to her face so quickly it seemed like I could feel the inertia as they stopped. She looked back at me through lowered lashes. There was no trace of little girl in her now. How could she have known what I was thinking about? There was another of those pregnant pauses, while I reflected on things for a few seconds. She didn't seem to mind the silence at all. She was not uncomfortable in the least.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, actually curious about her uncharacteristic behavior. Normally she was just a happy, bubbly, seventeen-year-old girl, who happened to be beautiful and smart and fun to be around. She never acted the vamp, like this. But she was unbelievably sexy at this moment. And, she was completely composed and relaxed, despite the fact she had just told me my wife was cheating on me. And that she was willing to help me cheat on my wife.

I think. Suddenly things were too complicated for a beautiful, sunny day.

I didn't give her a chance to answer the question. Instead I answered hers, just telling her the truth.

"I suspect it's a little of each."

Her smile bloomed and suddenly her arms were around my neck and her big, soft breasts were crushed against my chest. It was so weird to feel the cool of the wet cloth covering the tips, and the warm flesh that wasn't covered by cloth, all at the same time.

"I'm so glad," she sighed into my neck. "I didn't want you to be silly and get mad."

"After what you just told me, I think I'm supposed to be mad," I said, resisting the urge to slide my hands down her naked back and cup her bottom.

"I know, but it isn't like that. They're just really close, that's all. Like I said, you're the love of her life. They just grew up doing this stuff, and sometimes they miss it, that's all."

"They grew up having incest?" I asked, resisting the urge to place a thoroughly incestuous kiss on my niece's neck.

"That's what I got out of him that night when he was drunk. He made me swear to never tell anybody."

"You just told me," I said.

"Not really. You guessed," she said.

"The question is ... why did you tell me," I mused.

"I didn't tell you," she insisted. "You guessed."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "That's your story and you're sticking to it."

"Exactly," she said.

"Okay. Why did you set things up so I guessed?"

"You said you were going to go find her."


"And I have a feeling that, if you had gone to find her, you'd have found out anyway."

"You know where they are," I said.

"She squirted ketchup on him."

I blinked, confused."

"And he got mustard on her."

"I don't understand," I admitted.

"She said something about how now they'd have to go take a shower, and they both laughed."

I got it. "You mean they're taking a shower? Together?"

"If it was you and me it would be together," she said, boldly.

"Don't say things like that if you can't back them up, little girl," I warned.

Without batting an eye she reached for a can of root beer, shook it violently and then popped the top. I couldn't believe it! The spray drenched us both and I yelped and leapt backwards.

"Oh gee," she said, her voice calm. "I'm sure sorry, Uncle Bob. I guess we need to take a shower, now. I don't want to go all the way home. Can I borrow yours?"

My cock had lost some of its firmness while we talked, but now it reared back up to full potential.

"Yes," I said, calling her bluff.

"I think the one in the master bathroom is busy," she said, licking her lips. I wondered if she was tasting the root beer on them, or thinking about something else. "We'll have to use a different one."

One reason we had reunions at our house was because it was the grandparent’s house. Jill's parents were raised there, and Ricky was in the Army when they died, so the house was passed on to Jill. It had five bedrooms and three full baths, one of which was down in the basement. That's where all the slumber parties and sleepovers had happened over the decades. There was also a little kitchen down there with a refrigerator and a big freezer for meat and stuff like that. And that bathroom was the one my niece had in mind.

But on the way I detoured, steering her toward the master bedroom. She kept pulling at my hand, whispering for me not to do anything stupid, and reminding me that Jill really did love me, but I just kept pulling until we got close enough that she had to shut up or be heard.

The shower was running.

Nobody was in the bedroom, waiting for their turn, and when I cracked the door to the bathroom, I could see shapes through the glass. The female one was pressed against the male one, front to front. She had one leg up, and she seemed to be rising and falling gently. There were a lot of moans too. It was pretty clear that my wife's brother ... or some other man ... was fucking her in the shower, standing up. It was also clear that she was having a good time.

Megan kept pulling at me, so I finally let her pull me back. She turned me around and looked into my eyes, looking worried.

So I kissed her. With tongue. Just to let her know she didn't need to panic.

There was nothing girlish about the woman who kissed me back, either.

Ten minutes later, we were in the downstairs shower, re-enacting what I had seen upstairs. Her now naked breasts were rubbing against my chest as I hooked an arm under her knee and opened her teenaged pussy up. She used her own hand to direct my prick between her pussy lips, and I quickly found out my niece was not a virgin.

Have you ever had one of those long johns at a donut shop that has filling inside it? There's this thing that holds the filling, and it has a tube coming out of it, and they slide that into the end of the long john and press while they pull it back out, and the long john gets filled with sticky, sweet, thick, white sauce.

Her pussy was my long john, and I am ashamed to say that I got all the way in, only to fill her up with sticky, thick white sauce as I pulled it back out for the first time. The only thing that saved the day was that she was so psyched about finally getting her Uncle Bob's cock in her, that she had an orgasm while it happened. It turns out she'd have let me do this when she was still fourteen and still sitting on my lap. Except her mother forbade her.

Anyway, we actually did take a shower, and got cleaned up. There was a lot of kissing and groping going on, and she extracted promises from me that we weren't, by any stretch of the imagination, finished with this particular type of interaction. Then she scurried us both back out to the pool so that nobody noticed both me and Jill missing.

As it turned out, though, I don't think anybody would have noticed.

David and his Aunt Susan were in the medium depth part of the pool, with her arms around his neck. They weren't kissing, but they were definitely breathing each other's exhalations. And Susan was rising and falling gently. I could see the wavery image of his hands gripping her ass under the water, and her legs around him. I stopped suddenly and Megan ran into me. She looked around me.

"Oh!" She said.

"They're ... um ..." I trailed off.

"Fucking? Making love? Humping like bunnies?" The wet, cool tips of her breasts pressed into my back this time.

"Well ... yeah," I said. "Did you know this was going to happen?"

"I know he's called my mother a MILF for the last two years," she said. A couple of times he pretended I was her when we ..." She stopped.

I turned to face her. "You and David ...?"

Her clear eyes stared into mine. "Fucked? Made love? Humped like bunnies?" She nodded. "Uh huh. We got each other's cherry."

I could feel my face getting red. We were both distracted by a groan from the pool. A female groan. Then Susan clearly said "You're so fucking huge!"

"Thank goodness," sighed Megan. I glanced at her and she shrugged. "I was afraid there was something wrong with me."

I stared at her. I was beyond being surprised any more.

"I used to worry, because sometimes when he first got it in me he kind of hurt me a little bit," she said. But now I feel better. The only other guy I ever let in me was you, and you're not all big and gnarly and long like him. You fit me perfectly. And now that I heard Mom, I know it's him who is the problem, not me."

"This is crazy," I sighed.

"Not crazy," she argued. "Weird, maybe. Not like other families, maybe. But I really like how things have turned out."

I turned to face her and pulled her against me.


She kissed me. I never would have believed I could get hard again after such a short time, but I did. She felt it pressing against her abdomen too, and kissed me harder. When the kiss broke, she spoke.

"I want yours in me again, Uncle Bob."

"Right now?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she said.

Which is why, when her father and my wife came out of the bathroom, after having had shower sex, they saw his daughter underneath her husband, who was trying to break the bed.

Dennis gave out an explosive "Fuck!" but Megan was ready for him.

"You had your turn, Daddy," she panted. "It's Uncle Bob's turn now."

I didn't stop. I figured he was either going to attack me, or ... well ... I had no idea what else might happen. And that was just about him. I wasn't even thinking about what Jill might do.

But what happened was that Dennis put his face right beside mine and said "She's not on the pill, you asshole."

"Neither is my wife," I grunted.

"Is Mom?" panted Megan, underneath me.

"What?" asked Dennis.

"Is Mom on the pill? Because she's in the process of getting a nice pussyful of cum too."

"What?" gasped both my wife and her father, in tandem.

"Pool," I gasped.

They left. Megan came hard on my cock, and I spermed her with every drop I had.

An hour later we all sat around the patio table, naked. The sun was going down, but it was summer, so the evening was perfect for nudity. I looked at Susan, who had hickeys on her breasts. Nobody had mentioned them. There was no particular modesty going on, which meant that all three women exposed little peeks of pussy lips that were juicy with milky white residue, if not dripping. The women looked relaxed. Us men were eyeing one another. It was Megan who called us on that.

"Daddy, stop looking at Uncle Bob like that."

"I'm your father. Don't tell me what to do," he growled.

"We're all friends here," said the girl.

"You just don't want anybody else to get me pregnant," she said, as if she were simply commenting on how good the strawberries tasted.

I perked up. Then I noticed that I was the only one who perked up.

Her mother, who was lying on a chaise lounge next to me, reached and took my hand.

"Bob, Dear, we weren't sure you were ready for the truth. That's the only reason we didn't tell you."

"What truth?" I asked.

"That our families are ... want to be ... really ... really close."

And that's when I found out that, completely unknown to me, my son had been having sex with his cousin for years, Unknown to his cousin, he was also fucking her mother pretty regularly. Meanwhile, unknown to David, who thought he had exclusive rights to Megan's pussy, her father was her primary instructor in the arts of things sexual. And, of course, my wife was fucking her brother long, deep and continuous. They had been doing that since they were in their early teens.

And since they weren't sure how I would react to any of this, they just kind of tried to mind their own business. But Megan, who apparently inherited my wife's sex drive (she needs it two or three times a day!) wasn't happy with only getting laid by her father and cousin. She wanted Uncle Bob's dick too. So she was the one who started dropping straws all over the camel's back, trying to break it.

Talking about this, openly, got David excited, and he, being young, was soon sporting an erection. Of the three women present, only one was unaware of his unusual length and girth, and she suddenly decided she needed to have a private chat with her son. She pulled him into the house.

Susan stood up and looked at her daughter. "Honey, your father is feeling unappreciated."

Then Susan came and straddled my lounge chair, sitting gingerly down on my thighs and reaching for my penis.

I saw Megan get up, whereupon she simply went to where her father was lying and sank to her knees to engulf his prick in her teenaged mouth.

"I've been waiting to be able to do this for a long time," said Susan, leaning forward to kiss me gently. "Do you want some privacy too?"

"Nope," I said. "But I do want to be more comfortable."

She got off of me and I went to the storage area to bring back the oversized air mattress we sometimes used in the pool. By the time I got back and had the thing inflated, Megan was already riding her father, telling him how much she loved him, and how she was sure one of his sperm seeds was going to get her pregnant and make her belly get fat. He was gasping like a freight train as I slid slowly and gently into his wife.

She whispered in my ear: "If he's going to knock her up, you may as well knock me up."

Then she complained because I spurted and went soft.

It took another hour, but she stopped complaining.

The End

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