Loving Ashley, Part 4

by Single Mom

The branches of Donna's family tree were so badly bent and twisted that she wasn't sure who was related to whom. She was in bed with her daughter and her nephew who Donna was sure was also her daughters half brother. There was good evidence that both kids were her brother Bob's children. Both Grace and Donna denied it, but one look at Richard and you knew he was Bob's son. Donna would never admit it but Ashley was Bob's daughter. She was also convinced from what happened today, that Richard was fucking his mother.

Her sister Grace was also one of her ex-lovers. All they needed in the room at the moment was her brother Bob, and they could all have an old fashioned family fuck off.

"Just what the fuck is going on here?" Grace was standing next to the bed and screaming at the tangel of human arms and legs. "You said you were going to swim, but I find you up here fucking like a pack of horny dogs!"

"We was swimmin', Mom, honest, "Richard said in a tone more apologetic than guilty. But then, if he WAS fucking his mother, he would be apologetic, Donna reasoned.

"Yes, I know you were, Richard, I found these on the patio," Grace said, holding the two bathing suits and one pair of white panties. She turned to look at Donna who was attempting to get up off the bed and find her robe. "You couldn't even wait to get into the house before starting to fuck my son, could you?"

That last statement set Donna off. "You listen to me, you fucking bitch! I wasn't fucking your son, he was fucking my daughter, the way you and Bobby fucked me when I was a kid."

"Oh yeah, like you didn't want it! It was all our fault, right?"

"You climed into my bed, you cunt. I was happy fucking Bobby, but Bobby wasn't enough for you, was he?"

The kids' heads were turning back and forth from mother to mother, as if watching a Tennis match. "Mom! Aunt Donna was fuckin' Dad?" Richard said, confirming Donna's suspicions.

"Richard, why don't you and Ashley put these on and get in the pool," Grace said, tossing the bathing suits on the bed.

Donna glanced at her daughter, and nodded her head in agreement. "Aunt Grace and I need to talk," she said.

"I bet they're gonna fuck," Richard offered as the two children scampered down the stairs.

The two kids shared a single chaise lounge on the patio, directly under Donna's bedroom window and listened to their parents argueing, but not so loud that they could make out most of what they were saying. "Guess they're not fuckin'" Ashley observed.

The two sisters were indeed "Not fucking." They were argueing, trying to get past the bitterness that they had both suppressed for so many years.

They both eventually got around to admitting that they had fond memories of their childhood years and they both expressed a desire to "Patch up their suffering relationship."

"So," Grace finally asked. "Did you enjoy watching the kids?"

"Very much so," Donna said. "It's a shame that you couldn't have watched as well."

"But you only watched?" Grace asked.

"Well I cought his cum in my mouth, but that was it."

"And you gave it to Ashley like we did with Bobby when we were kids?"

Donna nodded in the affirmative. "I feel odd sitting here naked, talking about this while you're fully clothed," she stated.

"Do you want to put something on?" Grace asked.

"Donna chuckeled, "I'd rather see you take something off."

"I thought you'd never ask," Grace said, unbuttoning her blouse and removing it and her bra to expose two very stiff nipples, not quite centered on two very large and very dark areola. Her 36-C breast were firm, full, and perfectly rounded on the bottoms. She threw the two items of clothing to her sister. "Hang on to these, will you, she joked."

"Donna raised the bra to her face and sniffed. "I'd forgotten your smell," she said.

Grace kicked off her shoes, then placing her thumbs under the waist band of her skirt and panties, pushed both pair down over her ass and hips and legs and allowed them to fall in a heap on the floor. She peddeled them off of her feet, then bent over and retrieved the panties. "See if you remember this smell," she said, tossing her damp panties to her sister.

It was a bit awkward at first, the two women laying there holding each other, kissing and touching each other, Donna running her figers through her sisters auburn pubic hair. "You let it grow back?" Donna said.

"You could always try nibbling it off."

"I'd rather try licking it off."

"Whose stopping you?"

"What about the kids?" Donna asked.

"They can get their own," Grace said, turning on the bed to assume the 69 position.

They started out slowly, cautiously, feeling their way around on once familiar ground. Donna had almost forgotten what it was like to make love to someone with breast, the feel of stiff nipples pressed against her lower stomach, the feel of a large tongue probing the wet folds of her vagina, the sounds of licking and lapping in the wet juices that flowed from her.

Grace had almost forgotten the taste and smell of wet pussy. She buried her face in her sisters sopping vagina, felt the labis pressed against her cheeks as her tongue probed the corrugated walls of her sisters pussy.

The room was filled with the soft moans, bated breath, and small animal sounds, the sound of a cat lapping milk from a bowel.

Their orgasms were mutual and simultaneous. Body stiffening, back arching, leg trembeling orgasms. Donna collapsed on Grace's sweat-covered body, both women struggleing for breath as they lay there as if paralysed.

"Are you guys fuckin'?" Ashley asked from the open doorway.

"Of course they are, can't you see," Richard said.

Grace glanced over at the two naked children. "I'll swap you my son for your daughter," she offered.

Both women scooted over to make room on the bed, Donna patted the bed next to them. "Come here, babies," she said.

Within a month, Grace and Richard moved in with Donna and Ashley. They told their friends and family that it was for economic reasons even though they both had well paying jobs, and secretly recieved generous child support payments from Brother Bobby.

The sleeping arrangements varyed from night to night. Donna and Grace in Donns'a king size bed, and Ashley and Richard in the other king size bed brought into the home with Grace and Richard.

The next night it was Ashley and Grace, Richard and Donna.

The next it was Ashley and Donna, Richard and Grace.

When Ashley turned 12, she got pregnant with Richards Baby. Grace and richard had already had a baby the year earlier, and Donna and Richard a year later.

The family tree became even more bent and twisted than ever. Richard had fathered three girls and the entire family could hardly wait for the 3 little girls to enter puberty.