Erika Norman

Mom, Dad, sis and brother

CHAPTER ONE

They had been in the woods nearly a week now, and Herb Smith was bored pissless. He suspected the rest of the family felt the same way. Sitting in his folding canvas chair in front of the tent, pretending to inspect his fishing equipment, Herb glanced at his wife Betty, who was filing her nails and yawning. His son, Rick, a healthy and handsome sixteen-year-old, was staring moodily into space. His fifteen-year-old daughter Cindy looked half asleep as she valiantly attempted to read a book.

So much for getting back to Nature.

Herb sighed to himself. He'd set aside his entire annual vacation and lavished several hundred dollars on camping equipment in this mistaken venture. He had thought that by getting his family out of Chicago and taking them to the unspoiled wilds of Yellowstone he might somehow reestablish the togetherness they had lost. With no other people around, and with no distractions like television and movies and restaurants, Herb hoped they might begin communicating with each other again.

He'd obviously been wrong. Everyone was palpably bored and longing to be back in their suburban ranch home. And Herb was not only bored, he was achingly, endlessly horny. Again he glanced at his wife Betty. She caught his eye and gave him a vague look of recognition, certainly not the avid and eager glance of a woman who might want to slip off into the woods for a quick session of love-making. In fact, now that he thought about it, he and Betty hadn't made it in several weeks. One or the other of them was always finding an excuse not to. It had been that way for a long time, even before their marriage had passed the fifteen-year mark. Betty, even though she was a well-preserved thirty-six, just didn't excite him any more, and be was sure he didn't arouse her.

So – why was he horny? Maybe it was something the outdoors did to you. Maybe it was just a symptom of his boredom. Whatever the cause, he felt like he'd scream out loud pretty soon if he didn't get his rocks off.

Cindy sighed loudly and laid down her book. "There's nothing to do round here!" she pouted.

"Nothing to do?" Herb replied irritably. "My God, girl, you've got hundreds of acres of beautiful country all around you! Go look at it! Take a walk, learn something. You won't get all this in the city."

"Yes, Daddy," sighed Cindy. Dutifully she got to her feet and started off down the trail. Herb's eyes followed the unconsciously flirtatious wiggle of her slim hips and cute little rump in her tight shorts. Rather to his alarm, he noted that his daughter was unmistakably becoming a woman, and a damned attractive one at that. Soon there would be clumsy teenage boys invading the house, wanting to date Cindy, and he and Betty would be stuck with a whole new set of problems, chiefly the problem of keeping horny adolescent males out of Cindy's pants. All they needed now in their shaky marriage was an unwed, pregnant teenage daughter.

"I'm gonna take a nap," yawned Rick. "There's nothing else to do."

Herb tried to contain his annoyance, not very successfully. "You're sure as hell taking a lot of naps lately."

"Oh, get off his back!" snapped Betty. "If you've got any better ideas, let's hear them! This ridiculous vacation was your idea, Herb, we didn't want to come. If you'll recall, the rest of us wanted to go to Disneyland. So if we're not just bursting with excitement about sitting here with all the flies and mosquitoes, you have only yourself to blame."

For a brief second, Herb wanted to strangle her. Then he regained control of himself. He was appalled that their marriage had come to this, Betty shrewish and nagging, himself short-tempered and wanting to hurt her. God knows, it hadn't always been like that.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Maybe we're all seeing too much of each other. I'll go up the river and fish for a while."

Betty nodded coldly, and Herb picked up his fishing gear and started out at a leisurely pace. He didn't really intend to fish. He only wanted to be alone, to think. And to his chagrin he admitted that he would probably step into the bushes and jerk off to relieve his sexual tension. Some marriage, he couldn't even get laid!

Sixteen years earlier, he and Betty had been so hot for each other that they couldn't wait to be married. In fact, they hadn't waited. They had been dating only two months when it first happened. Herb, a promising young salesman with a national company, had spotted Betty right away when she joined the typing pool at his office. A tall, leggy redhead with big, beautiful tits, she was easily the prettiest girl in the office. Herb went after her with great determination – a determination to seduce her as fast as possible. Luckily for him, Betty wanted to be seduced. At least she wanted to be seduced by Herb Smith.

He vividly remembered the night he took her home after a date and she invited him into her apartment for the first time. They sat on the sofa drinking and listening to soft music. Betty had turned the lights down low. Herb was very exited, praying he hadn't misinterpreted her signals. This is it, he had thought, she's ready for me to move in.

He wasn't mistaken. After waiting for a decent interval, he kissed her, and she responded hungrily, worming her mischievous little tongue into his mouth. Instantly he had a hard-on that threatened to burst his pants. He wondered how far she would let him go. He put his hand on her breast, and she didn't protest.

Too eager to be delicate, he had pushed her sweater up over her breasts and unhooked her bra. For the first time, those great soft fistfuls of flesh had fallen gently into his hands. He was delighted to find that her bra hadn't been padded, that those gorgeous big boobs really belonged to her and were as firm and beautifully shaped as he had dreamed. The large rosy nipples were already erect and bumpy with arousal, and when he flicked them wetly with his tongue, Betty sighed and shivered. He eased her down onto the sofa and hunched over her, sucking her nipples noisily and greedily, and she shivered again.

"Ohhhhhh, Herb," she moaned, "You're making me so hot!"

If that wasn't an invitation, he decided, nothing was. He proceeded to find out if she was a real redhead. And she was. As he lifted her skirt and eased down her panties, he discovered a dainty little patch of pussy curls which were a gleaming copper color. He pressed his face to her silky little muff, tongued it, sought out her clitoris. She was obviously turned on, and he wanted to keep her that way.

Her clit was tiny, moist, and bright red, tucked away coyly in the plump folds of her labia. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and Betty moaned huskily. He saw hot cream bubbling out of the tiny mouth of her cunt. Jesus, it was his lucky night! This beautiful girl was really hot and ready!

He jammed his mouth on her clit and began sucking loudly, hungrily. Betty wailed and parted her thighs very wide, opening herself to him. His heart hammering with excitement now, Herb licked and sucked her quivering little clit, her plump slick labia, the dark little indentation of her creaming vagina, and even the bumpy hole of her anus. In no time at all, his face was sticky with her cream. She kept opening her legs wider and wider, and she was beginning to move her hips uncontrollably in the motions of fucking.

She wanted it, all right, so why waste time?

Herb quickly fumbled with his fly, only to get the zipper stuck.

"Goddamn it!" he moaned.

Betty giggled. "Be patient, darling," she said. "I'll get it for you."

While he straddled her, feeling ridiculous and clumsy, she carefully unstuck his zipper and eased out his red-hot stiff dick. Her gentle touch made him shiver excitedly, and for a moment he was in danger of shooting his load right in her pretty flushed face. She held his heavy meat in her hands and stared at it wonderingly.

"Golly," she said, "It's big!"

Herb knew very well that he had only an average size cock, so she was either flattering him or she wasn't very experienced. A sudden and rather alarming thought struck him.

"Betty," he asked, "are you a virgin?"

She blushed deeply and gave him a shy little smile. "I'm afraid not, Herb. I slipped up a couple of times. I hope you're not disappointed."

"Hell, no!" he grinned. He was relieved. He hadn't wanted the awesome responsibility of popping her cherry. It might have been fun, of course – hell, it would have been great fun – but afterward she might become too attached to him. Herb, at twenty-four, had no desire to get married or even deeply involved with a woman.

Betty still held his cock wonderingly. Obviously it was the largest she'd ever seen. Like a child inspecting a new toy, she ran her hand along the smooth shaft, testing its rigidity. The foreskin was partially retracted, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of purple glans, and she delicately began to work back the wrinkled flesh the rest of the way. Herb shivered at the delicious sensation and steeled himself not to cum in her face. But when she began running her finger shyly around the slick sensitive flesh of the glans, it was too much for him.

"Honey," he gasped, "better not do that! You'll make me cum, and I won't have anything left for you!"

She grinned mischievously at him. "Do you want to put it in me, Herb?"

"Oh, man, do I!" he practically whined.

"Then do it!" she breathed huskily. "Do it, Herb, stick it in me! I want you so much!"

He threw himself down on her, wrenching his stiff meat from her grasp, poking his swollen rod frantically into her pulpy wet labia, cursing under his breath when he couldn't immediately find her vagina.

"Hurry, hurry!" she whispered. "I want it, I've got to have it!"

Just then he hit the mark, and both he and Betty gave loud delighted moans as he sank his stiff shaft into her wonderfully tight little cunt. The vaginal walls were steamy and slick with her cream, yet they clung snugly to his penetrating penis as he slowly glided inside. His oozing glans snuggled against the slick mouth of her womb, his stiff balls came to rest between her outstretched thighs.

"Ahhhh, yes!" she whined, clinging tightly to him. "Give it to me, Herb, fast, hard! Don't be gentle!"

He couldn't have been gentle even if she'd wanted him to. The blood boiled in his brain as he fell to fucking her, his cock moved swiftly and with merciless force as he sought to cum. Betty loved it. She threw back her head, her lovely face contorted in a wild grimace of joy, and her cunt creamed violently all around his sawing, digging prick. She arched her body sharply up against him, grinding her soaked pussy against his stiff root, seeking to take him as deep into her belly as she could. She dug her nails into his shoulders and panted loudly.

"Ahhh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed. "It feels so good, Herb! Fuck me silly, you stud! Ahhhhh!"

Her uninhibited words made him even more excited. To have this beautiful young girl writhing beneath him, begging for his cock, was just too much. In less than a minute he was on the verge of cumming, and he held back only because he wanted to take her with him. He wanted to make this a night she'd never forget.

"Oohhhh!" Betty suddenly shrieked. "You're making me cum! Ahhhhh, God, it's so good!"

Her slippery sheath contracted violently around his deep sunk cock, squeezing and milking it. Herb bellowed blissfully and shot his hot sticky cum load into her, their bellies squishing and grinding together, his cum overflowing her tiny cunt and spurting out to pool on the sofa beneath them.

Afterward, as they lay panting together, his shrinking penis still inside her, Betty began to giggle. "I'm shameless!" she laughed. "I don't know what came over me, I've never behaved like this before! There's just something about you, Herb. I can't say no to you."

And she never said no to him after that. Most of their dates were spent in her apartment or his, fucking wildly, sometimes three or four tunes a night. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, and when he saw her in the office he would get an erection just thinking about the night to come. In three months she was pregnant, and they got married right away. Rick was born the same year.

Herb hadn't intended to marry until he was at least thirty, but he didn't regret the change of plans. Who would, with a woman like Betty? She was a first-rate wife, she was beautiful, and she loved to fuck. Only an idiot would have asked for more.

But now, fifteen years later, Herb Smith bitterly regretted the move. After the children were born and Betty was tied down with the care of two preschool hellions, the excitement had gone out of their marriage. Herb had been busy and harassed at work, too, rising from salesman to executive. He and Betty were usually too worn out or worried to make love, and when they did, the novelty was gone. Now they were lucky if they made it once a month, and even then it was mechanical and dull. Although they never discussed it, they were painfully aware of how they bored each other in bed. Lately Herb had discovered that he'd rather jack off in the bathroom than go through the stale ritual of making love to his wife. And once, when she thought he was asleep, he had heard Betty frigging herself to climax.

Some marriage! Now, wandering absently down the forest trail with his fishing gear, Herb thought longingly of how badly he needed a new woman in his life, someone fresh and exciting. He supposed Betty would like to take a lover, too, and he didn't blame her. He certainly wasn't Mr. Excitement any more. Yet the idea of adultery was distasteful to both of them. It seemed cheap and childish. Regretfully, Herb concluded that he and Betty had only two possible courses open to them, life-long boredom or divorce. Divorce would be best for them, but what about the children? He and Betty would have to talk about it. They would have to face the fact that their marriage was over and decide just how long, for the children's sake, they should go on pretending.

CHAPTER TWO

Herb felt his rigid, aching prick rubbing maddeningly in his pants. No sense in suffering, he might as well step off the trail right now and get it over with. Then maybe he'd be able to think about something else besides sex for awhile. He found a thick clump of bushes beside the river and stepped into the concealing foliage, quickly unzipping his pants and taking out his rigid rod. As always, he felt bitter about having to satisfy himself in this adolescent way, but what else could he do? He didn't stand a chance of getting a decent lay from Betty.

Suddenly Herb started and froze, his hot stiff meat still in his hand. He'd been staring absently at a pretty little pool at the bend of the river, when, to his astonishment and delight, a naked girl suddenly waded into view. Herb stood transfixed, staring at her. She was a little above average height, very young and slender and firm, her long brown hair falling straight and shining to her shoulders, her pert little white tits jiggling impishly as she moved. Her dark snatch was a tiny, adorable triangle. Herb wanted her so badly, he almost croaked aloud, and in his sweaty palm his penis swelled up even tighter. Oh, God, to drag her into the bushes and ram his aching cock into her tight little cunt! He felt he would die if he didn't have her.

Of course, she probably wouldn't share his feelings. If he approached her with his dick sticking up like that, she'd probably scream and run. Nevertheless, he decided, it was a case of nothing ventured, nothing gained. He had to try. The worst that could happen would be her running away. And on the other hand, if he was really lucky – his head swam at the thought of fucking the beautiful naked girl. Quickly he stripped off his clothes and crept into the water. He swam toward her with swift strong strokes, but he couldn't be heard over the gurgle of the river. He was only a few feet away from her, when she heard him and turned to look at him.

"Oh, hi, Daddy," she said casually.

Herb almost groaned aloud in disappointment. His beautiful fantasy sank and drowned. Of all the rotten luck! Just when he needed a woman desperately, just when a gorgeous naked chick wandered onto the scene as if heaven-sent – it turned out to be only his daughter!

"Hi, Cindy," he said, treading water beside her. "I see you found something to do."

"Oh, yeah," she said vaguely, "the water's really pleasant." The girl acted as if she were in a dream, as if Herb had interrupted her in the midst of some absorbing thought. He regretted his intrusion, he didn't like to have his daydreams interrupted, either, and he was about to swim away, when he noticed something very startling.

Cindy was standing knee-deep in the water, her slim legs slightly parted. Herb now noticed a thin but steady trickle of cream running out of her dainty little pussy and down both thighs. Her little chit and labia were so puffed up that her delicate pubic fringe couldn't hide them. He was shocked to realize that his little girl was obviously in a state of sexual heat.

Of course he knew that physically Cindy was a mature woman, even if she was only fifteen. But he had always thought of her as a child. It was a distinct shock to him to realize that she had been wandering naked in the water, having sexy fantasies. He could have understood and accepted it in any other teenage girl, but his own daughter…! And, even worse, he discovered that her excitement aroused him violently. Perhaps it was just the experience of being naked in the wilderness, of skinny-dipping in perfect freedom. Whatever the cause, he and his daughter were reacting very much the same way. Had she inherited his own constant need for sex? He knew she was a virgin, but lack of experience or opportunity certainly don't keep a person from feeling the need.

Horrified, and seeking to distract himself, Herb rolled over to float on his back. Too late, he remembered that he had an erection. Even his recent shock hadn't been sufficient to take away that monstrous hard-on. Now, as he floated on his back, his rigid cock seemed to stick up in the air like a telephone pole. It was enormously thick and bloated, the blue veins standing out vividly, the purplish glans oozing thick cream. There was no way in the world that either he or Cindy could ignore it.

He steeled himself to go on floating lazily on his back, to keep cool. Cindy went on staring at his cock. He noticed that her tiny red clit, already stiff and poking mischievously out of her little snatch, now got even fatter and longer. Cream began running down her thighs again, staining the water: poor little kid, she was really horny! Herb thanked God they were here at Yellowstone and not home in Chicago. If Cindy had been alone with a boy right now, she probably would have given herself to him, unable to help it, just as Betty had given herself to Herb so long ago. It looked as if mother and daughter were very much alike.

Herb felt deep sympathy for his daughter. He understood all too well her desperate, persistent need. In a kind of daze, he paddled closer to her, till his shoulder brushed her legs and her tiny dark fur patch was only inches from his eyes. She hardly noticed, she was so absorbed in looking at his erect penis. He saw her bright red girlish clit poking out from the delicate pubic curls, stiff and weeping juices of arousal. He reached up and gently rubbed the slick little bud.

Cindy gasped loudly. "Oooooo, Daddy!" she cooed. "That feels good! Keep doing it!"

He did. He wanted to make her cum, to relieve her of what he knew to be agonizing sexual tension. Tenderly he rubbed his fingertip over the quivering little bump of flesh, and the cream poured down Cindy's legs. She poked her pelvis toward him, seeking more friction, and Herb rubbed her more swiftly, catching the slippery little bud between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it between them.

"Does that make you feel better, honey?" he asked hoarsely.

"Ohhh, wow, yes!" gurgled Cindy. Her eyes were very wide now, and she was beginning to pant. Herb congratulated himself on having done the right thing. He was making her feel good, relieving her of her need, and he was teaching her how a boy could satisfy her without going all the way and risking an unwanted baby. The only problem was, frigging Cindy's sweet little clit was making him screamingly horny. If only she weren't his daughter! With any other girl, having gotten her this excited, he could have carried her up onto the grassy bank and fucked her without any trouble. And if ever he'd needed to be fucked, it was now!

There was no doubt in his mind that he was turning her on. Her little cunt was pouring out its juices in a steady hot stream, and her cute little tits were swollen tight with desire, the tiny pink nipples stiff and rigid. A delicate rosy flush was spreading over her body, the kind of flush that used to come over Betty when she was getting balled and loving it. Herb swallowed hard as he remembered those times. Christ, it had been great while it lasted! Dizzy with excitement, he trailed his finger along his daughter's plump swollen labia, tickling and caressing the pretty pink folds of flesh.

"Oooo, Daddy!" she said and sighed. "Gosh, that feels nice!"

Her hot cream paddled in his palm. He inched his finger toward its source, feeling out the incredibly tiny indentation of her vaginal mouth. Very gently he inserted just the tip of his finger, not wanting to damage her hymen. He almost moaned aloud to discover how tight she was, as deliciously tight as Betty had been before having two babies. Cindy's virginal cunt was only the width of a pencil, but as Herb slipped his finger into her, her vaginal muscles gripped him possessively, hungrily, automatically seeking to take him deeper. He quickly withdrew his finger.

"Daddy," she said, "is that how it would feel if I did the real thing?"

"Well, yes, honey," he replied, "except that the penis is a lot bigger than my finger."

"I can SEE that!" she said wonderingly, her innocent blue eyes fixed on his erect swollen meat.

"Golly, I never realized it was so big!"

Herb found himself blushing. Enough was enough. He fully intended to bring Cindy off with his hand, in order to relieve her, but he didn't think it was good to display his erect cock to her like this. He had better get the job done fast, then get dressed. He started to rub her clit again, but suddenly, with a little moan of excitement, she drew away from his hand and swung one leg over his body, straddling his pelvis.

"Cindy!" he gasped.

The frantic little girl was squatting right down on his cock, doing her clumsy best to get into her furiously creaming cunt. "Oh, please, Daddy," she said, "I want to see how it feels!"

She managed to get the thick purple head lodged in the tiny wet mouth of her vagina, and then she pushed downward with all her strength, trying to take the enormous tool inside her.

"Cindy, no!" Herb said, seizing her by the waist and lifting her off him roughly.

She burst into tears. "Oh, Daddy, why not? It felt so good, and I'm just dying to find out what it's like!"

Herb leaped to his feet and strode out of the water, his offending prick swaying heavily before him. Cindy tagged after him, crying.

"Honey," he said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, hut you're just too young. And a girl can't do it with her own father."

"I don't see why not!" she said. "I'd rather do it with you than anybody else!"

Where did I go wrong, Herb wondered. All these year of careful sex education for his kids, and he'd somehow neglected to mention incest!

"Well, honey," he said lamely, "it just isn't done. It's against the law."