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Story  #2 - "Caught" by Janice Ryan, From Hot Family Letters,
October 1998

	My father and I have been reading your publication with great
interest and enjoyment for some time now.  But one issue that we
have never seen come up is what happens when a couple who share
a special relationship like ours happens to get caught.  It
happened to us.

	The practice of incest, as you know, is still illegal in most
states no matter what the age of the participants may be nor how
consensual or nurturing the relationship.  So obviously, any
couples in our situation are well advised to be very discreet. 
Dad and I knew this perfectly well, but we got a little careless.

	We've been making love for a long time, ever since my mother
died in a car accident.  Dad was so broken hearted and lonely,
my heart went to him.  My attempts at consolation led slowly and
naturally to the bed.  I'll never forget that first wonderful
night when Dad gave in to my overtures and first inserted his
hard and needful penis into my hungry vagina.  He had prepared
me well, so that I was hot and wet and desperate, but it still
hurt just a little when he broke my hymen.  I cried and sobbed
and carried on something awful, but I wouldn't let him stop. 
When he was finally all the way in me, the pain slowly went away
and he gave me a fine first fucking.  He was really careful and
considerate.  Before he was about to climax,, he pulled out and
put on a condom.

	Ever since then we've made love at least once a day, and
usually two or three times.  Daddy's so trim and athletic that
he looks half his age and he's drop-dead handsome, besides.  I
consider myself to be one well-loved and lucky young woman to
have such a fine lover, and I would do anything for him. 
Sometimes, just for the spicy fun of it, we'll play exotic
games, like when Dad brought home a friend from work and watched
while he fucked me.  Sometimes, if we're out on a date he'll
make love to me in the back seat of the car in a public parking
lot.  We almost got caught doing that once; it really made the
whole thing very exciting.

	One day we were attending a family picnic at a large winery. 
The place is really beautiful and they lease out the large
picnic area for parties, complete with catering.  The food was
terrific and the accompanying wine excellent.  Dad and I were
sitting next to each other, surrounded by uncles and aunts and
cousins by the dozen, and beginning to feel quite frisky.  We
had been talking all the way there in the car about adventurous
things we would like to do, like have me gang-banged, and I was
squirming with anticipation.

	Dad was getting in the mood, too.  I could tell that when I
reached under the tablecloth and stroked his crotch with my
fingers.  He rod was distending the material of his slacks.  For
a minute I considered slipping under the table and sucking him
off then and there, but the cloth wasn't long enough to conceal
me.

	"Honey, why don't we check out the rest of the winery and see
what we can find?" Dad whispered suggestively.

	I nodded quickly and we slipped away from the huge covered
cabana while everyone else was watching the ones who were
dancing.  I was feeling just a tad tipsy from the wine, and
ready to make love.  We strolled between several of the winery
buildings in the bright sunlight until we came to one that was
open.  We slipped inside and walked between rows of gigantic
wooden vats.  It smelled of grapes and fermentation, actually a
rather pleasing odor.  The day was warm and I was perspiring
lightly in my short summer dress.

	I could wait no longer.  Turning to my handsome, virile father,
I lifted the hem of my skirt while licking my lips.  "Daddy,
it's time, fuck me!"

	He grinned teasingly while gazing over my lithe and well-shaped
body, lingering on my breasts as I slipped the dress over my
head and offered myself to him, naked.

	"There's a lot of people around, Sugarcup," he warned. 
"Someone might come in."

	I stepped back between two vats to where a heavy packing
blanket had been tossed on the wooden floor.  "I don't care," I
moaned, "let them come in and watch.  I'm horny and I want to
fuck."

	He followed, taking me in his arms roughly, the way he knows I
like it.  His eyes were blazing with fiery need and his muscles
tense as a rutting bull.  I got his slacks open to get his
engorged horn out for my use and pleasure.  He laid me back on
the blanket and moved over me, his rigid cock swinging in my
face.  I hungrily licked the underside of the shaft like a kid
with a lollipop, before taking the bulbous head into my mouth
and sucking for all I was worth.  I just love the way his cock
pulses and flexes in my mouth while I toy with it with my tongue.

	Then he moved down on me as I spread my legs.  By then I was so
wet and ready that he slid all the way into me with one joyous
thrust.  I squirmed and twisted myself as far onto my impalement
as I could.  Dad was thrusting and lunging like a lust-frenzied
animal.

	"That's it, fuck me hard!" I wailed pitifully.  "Don't be
gentle; fuck me harder!"

	He was doing his best, which is considerable!  He pistoned into
my pussy, bringing me closer with each thrust to a screaming
orgasm.  I've never been one to climax quietly, and right then I
was howling his praises as I came furiously just as he moaned in
ecstasy and flooded my womb with his seed.  I was dripping with
perspiration and dizzy from the intensity of my orgasm.

	"Uh, Honey, I think we've got a problem," I heard Dad say as I
began to slowly regain awareness.

	As he lifted himself off me, I saw what he meant.  Standing
nearby with their arms folded and grinning in amusement were
Mark and Martin, two of my cousins.  Their twin brothers,
eighteen years old.  Both are rather big, with short blond hair
and lots of football player muscle.  I've looked at both with
lust more than once.

	"Mark, I wonder just how long these two would be in jail if we
told the rest of the family about this," Martin said to his
brother.

	Mark nodded slyly.  "Quite a while, I suppose."

	Dad stood buttoning his slacks and looking both angry and
helpless.  He was at a loss to know what to do.

	"Now, come on, fellows, I'm sure we can work out something," I
suggested, leaning back and opening my legs just a little.

	"What do you think?" Mark grinned.

	"I think, hell yes!" Martin laughed, undoing his belt.

	Dad shrugged and went to keep a lookout while the twins pulled
their clothes off and tossed them aside.  Mark lay beside me and
heatedly kissed my lips and my breasts while his brother got
between my thighs and lifted my ankles onto his shoulders as he
slid his thick, heavy manmeat into my eager orifice.  The blond
behemoth surged mightily within me, as if he had been saving
himself for this for weeks.  Every plunge of his big cock sent
electrifying sensations through me until he drove me
relentlessly over the brink into paradise.  As I slowly spiraled
back to earth, he relinquished his position to his brother.

	Mark pushed into me just as eagerly as his twin, and began to
thrust hard and deep as I clutched his clenching shoulders and
arms.  I held on for dear life as my delighted body was pummeled
like a small boat in a storm.  Deeper and deeper he plunged, as
my head lashed back and forth wildly until reality itself
shattered like a mirror hit with a hammer.  Indeed, he hammered
me into oblivion before he collapsed over me, groaning in joyous
release.  We grasped each other amid the subsiding tremors of
our orgasms as perspiration dripped from our bodies and wet the
blanket.

	"See, I told you so," I heard Martin say to someone.

	I looked up quickly to see Martin standing nearby with Michael,
another cousin, who was looking on the scene with astonishment.

	"You're absolutely right; she really is something," Mike
agreed.  "You about done, Mark?  Good, how about letting me have
some of that."  Mike was unzipping his trousers now.

	Well, I thought, I always did like Mike's dark good looks, so
what the hell!  As I sat up, he stepped up to me and offered his
nicely sized cock with its uncut prepuce.  I slid the foreskin
back and forth to tease him a bit before bringing my tongue to
bear and taking it into my mouth.  His cock is long and slender
and arches upward like a scimitar.  He got his slacks off and
had me get on my hands and knees.  All this time Dad was leaning
against one of the vats nearby, still unsure of what to make of
all this.  Mike entered me from behind, and I could see why he
did it this way.  His cock is so long that it's more comfortable
for the woman to take it this way.  He slapped my ass cheeks
with his hand as he took me, the loud cracks blending  with my
moans and groans.  Dad, Martin and Mark were nearby talking as
Mike drilled deeper and deeper, finally striking oil and giving
me a great gusher.  I crumpled onto the blanket, barely
conscious.

	"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?" I heard someone yell
angrily.  Bewildered, I sat up, still dripping from my
exertions.  The owner of the winery had come into the building
to investigate the strange sounds.  He stood glaring at the
bunch of us, a big powerful man of about fifty, with thinning
gray hair.  "I see you people have an odd way of celebrating."

	Dad started to apologize, but the man dismissed it.  "The rest
of you yahoos get out of here.  Young lady, I've got a shower
inside where you can clean up.  Then we'll talk about whether or
not I'm going to call the sheriff."

	The men all grabbed their clothes and pulled them on to take
off.  I gestured to Dad for him not to worry, I'd handle it.  As
they left, the man offered me his hand and helped me to my feet.

	"To start with, I'm Ted.  I take it they didn't force you?" he
asked gently.  As I shook my head, he picked up my dress and
handed it to me.  Then he led me to a door nearby that led into
a large office.  We crossed through this to an adjoining room
that had a cot and a shower.

	"Here's a fresh towel," he offered, then retreated to the
office.

	I lingered in the warm shower for a while, knowing that he was
watching through the partially open door.  I considered what to
do.  His lust was obvious and he wasn't unattractive for his
age.  I decided to play along with him.

	"You're about the prettiest thing I've ever seen out here," Ted
said appreciatively as I stepped into his office with just the
towel held over my wet naked body.  "Now I don't suppose you
want me to call the police."

	"I can tell you're too much of gentleman to do that," I told
him confidentially.  "I'm sure we can come to terms, can't we?"
I asked as I let the towel slip to the floor.

	I thought the poor fellow might have a heart attack.  He stood
from his chair and came around the desk towards me.  Once again
an aroused man took me in his arms, but surprisingly gently for
his size.  His hands felt nicely rough as they fondled my
breasts.

	"Let's go to that cot," I suggested.

	"Yeah, sure," he gasped.

	I lay back on the cot as he pulled his clothes off and come
towards me.  His belly was almost flat and his thickly built
frame was lightly covered with hair that was beginning to turn
white, kind of a big, fuzzy teddy bear.  He might have been an
older man, but he had a fine big love tool that stood as tall
and proud as any teenager's.  As he knelt on the cot, I opened
my legs and prepared myself to gladly pay the price of getting
caught.  I laughed as he mounted me, because all of that hair
tickled.  He smiled as if he had died and gone to heaven as he
pegged me with one strong lunge.  He lay on me and began a
strong, steady rhythm of thrusts, twists and lunges.   He
displayed no small skill and experience as he made his
instrument dance and move within me in a way that only a
seasoned older lover knows how to do.  Instead of a huge
explosive climax like the younger fellows had given me, this man
brought me slowly into a complex of many small but utterly
delightful, sparkling orgasms.  It was so different and so
delightful that I wanted it to go on and on all afternoon.  It
did go on for an amazingly long time as he leisurely did his
thing on me, gently savoring the feel of my breasts in his rough
hands and their taste on his tongue as his probe continued to
explore deep within me.  I dug my fingers into the back of his
shoulders moaning and crying like a small child.  But all good
things must end, and at last he as lunged deep into me as any
man can and released his pent-up lust.  My ultimate orgasm
rippled brightly through my being.

	Some time later he escorted me back to the party, all freshly
cleaned and smiling as if nothing had happened.  Dad shook his
head in knowing astonishment as I sat beside him, and from the
corner of my eye I saw the twins grinning like schoolboys with a
secret they can't wait to expose to all.

	"They didn't tell anyone else, did they?" I asked Dad.  He
shrugged, "Everyone knows."

	"Everyone!" I gasped.  "Those damned imps.  Now what?"

	"Well," Dad grinned, "I guess your going to be busy."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Your Uncle Joseph is the county sheriff.  He wants to see you
in his office after the party."

	So you can see what can happen if you have a special
relationship like ours and you get a little careless and get
caught.  Speaking of which, I just found out that I'm pregnant.


