Incest/Taboo A Family Destroyed

"I heard she moved away. Are you telling me she's back?!" Adam asked wondering why he was asking such an odd question. "Sure. No offensive Simon but I've been trying to fuck her since middle school."

"None taken," Simon said smirking at the thought his plan might just work. "And I might just have an opportunity for you to do so. Not here," Simon said. Quickly, taking the pen that was clipped to Adams apron writing down his cell number on the palm of Adam's hand.

"Just what are you boys talking about?" Pamela asked her hands on her hips. Her left hip cocked out slightly. Her crimson painted nail tapping her inner thigh directing Simon's view of her sweet peach. Her left hand trailed softly up her stomach, her palm kissing along her breast glancing between the two of them.

"Damn," Adam said in a hushed whisper.

"Do speak up dear a woman does like clear, precise words when your complimenting them," Pamela said shooting them both a sinful smirk.

"Of course, I do apologize, if you ever dump whomever you're seeing," Adam said leaving Simon's side, "How about you and I go out, dinner, some music at the pavilion, then I'll show you what a beautiful woman such as yourself is missing in your life," he said with an arrogant smirk.

"Oh my, Adam I've known you since Simon brought you home when he was in fourth grade. Yet if you desire a woman that's sort of like your mother. When that day comes then you," Pamela leaned forward allowing Adam to feel the curvature of her breasts, to feel their firmness, her cheek brushing against his, "My naughty young friend, might find it more than what you can handle," she said, her eyes squarely on Simon as she did.

"Oh? You think you can do better than her?" Adam whispered a vague hint that left Pamela wondering.

"You know if the two of you want to...you know, I can leave," Simon said, pondering how far his mother was going to take this.

"Ah...sorry man," Adam said rubbing the back of his neck while smirking coyly at Pamela. "Your son and I were just catching up on old times, Ms. Atwater."

"Ah yes, it's been awhile, how are the other two? Are you trying to entice my son on another one those adventures', hmm?" Pamela asked in a disapprovingly motherly voice.

"Hey, hey, I was eight you can't hold that against me!" Adam said; looking over to Simon mouthing the word, "Really?", sighing when Simon nodded. "So are we?"

"Sure. I have a question I want to propose to the three of you, so call me when you're free," Simon said motioning his mother to the register.

"Right," Adam said nodding in understanding, "I'll let them know you're back."

"So want to tell me what's really going on," Pamela asked waving goodbye to Adam as they drove past the entrance to the garden center.

"Putting my plan into place," Simon said rubbing his leg.

"Oh!" Pamela's ears perked at the idea. "Anything I can help with?!"

"Don't know yet," Simon said, looking down watching his mother's hand inching across his lap.

"Well, you let me know, okay?" Pamela said squeezing Simon's inner thigh. "So how about I treat you to lunch, and we can discuss this plan of yours," she said, her finger brushed along his groin.

"Horny I take it? Did Adam turn you on?"

"Nah-uh," Pamela said shaking her head, "It was because I finally got to be naughty for you," she said squeezing his hand.

"So you're okay not having sex once we get back?" Simon asked with an impish smile.

"I never said such a thing! But can we?"

"Oh, I was planning on it," Simon said with a devious smirk.

"Oh god!" Pamela moaned loudly as they sat waiting for the light to turn green. Squirming in her seat as Simon's fingers danced along her covered slit. "Baby?! I can't drive..." she said biting her lip as Simon rubbed her clit. "Fuck!" Pamela hissed her hands slammed down onto the steering wheel, feeling the rush of her cream as her son just got her off. Her body quivered as Simon continued his assault. "Oh Simon!" she moaned pressing her back against the seat while her hips ground against his fingers. "Yes baby, make this bitch cum for you," Pamela said with shaky breath.

"Oh, does my mother like it when her boy touches her so lewdly in broad daylight?"

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela moaned sensuously. Sighing when the light turned green, and when Simon removed his hand. However, her hand shot down taking hold of his wrist. "Nah ah ah, put that hand back on that pussy," she said smiling at Simon as she moved his hand back to her snatch. "My man can touch my pussy all he wants."

"Methinks someone wishes she wasn't wearing shorts," Simon said feeling the material of her shorts becoming moist the longer he teased his mother.

"Y-y-yes..." Pamela hissed low as another orgasm flooded her body. "S...imon? W-w-were you like this with Mom?"

"Pretty much, we normally had sex three to four times a day," Simon said with a devilish smirk. "You all wanted to see this side of me."

"T-three?" Pamela said in awe. Clamping her thighs together as Simon continued to torment her throbbing oversensitive lips. "I didn't know you would be so..." she breathed in heavily giving the man in the car next to them an unobstructed view of her breasts as they sat at another red light as her back arched.

"So randy?"

"Y-y-yes," Pamela stuttered feeling her shorts becoming soaked. Pressing the back of her head against the head rest, her chest heaved as she came down from her eighth orgasm today. While yes, she had been satisfied sexually she wanted more, and if her son wasn't satisfied yet. She wondered if she could keep up with his libido. She knew once they were home she was going to need another shower. Pamela wanted her cunt to be nice and clean for when her son would taste her sweet juice again.

"Oh yeah, I used to jack off five times a day when I lived at home. I'm surprised you didn't know that. Given how you were throwing this pussy at me for half my senior year," Simon said pressing on the entrance to her sex. Feeling that wet hole opening, yet unable too given the fabric that kept his fingers from feeling her hot cream.

"Burner Boy okay with you?" Pamela asked unable to bear it any longer. There was no way she could focus on the road with her son teasing her cunt so lusciously. Quickly pulling into the restaurant's parking lot. Slamming the gear into park, holding his hand against her sex as Simon's fingers brought her to the cusp of her ninth one and counting. "Yes Simon make me cum please," Pamela begged unbuttoning her shorts hoping he'll take the hint. Her son didn't let her down. "Mmm...yes Simon fuck my pussy with those fingers," she moaned in a wanton purr.

"So what's this plan of yours?" Pamela asked as they sat in the booth wanting for their food. Her pussy still hummed from the ten minutes her son had her at his mercy. Her sultry green eyes gazed at her son as she drew upon the straw.

"Have Melody think I'm fucking her," Simon said stirring the ice cubes in his glass with his straw.

"Oh? You're not actually going to right?"

"Of course not," Simon snorted.

"Good," Pamela said running her foot up Simon's leg, "You only need us to please you, and this cock of yours," she said, her bare foot ran up and down his groin.

"The question is how am I going to get Dad there?" Simon asked more to himself than to his mother.

"Oh, your sister could probably help with that. Did you know he's been calling her nonstop since the funeral? I keep telling her once she calls him he'll be like a bloodhound with a scent. But she always tells me, "I have Simon now, why would I go to a man that cares nothing about me only so I can suck his dick?!" Pamela said giving her son an amused smirk. "Oh speak of the devil," she chuckled as her phone rang. "Hello sweetheart," she said happily into the phone.

"Hey Mom. How's Simon doing? Did you enjoy your time this morning with him?"

"Simon's fine he's sitting across from me as we speak. We had a little adventure today. We had to go to Lowes to pick up some flowers, and you'll never guess who showed herself?"

"Who?!"

"Melody," Pamela said in a cold monotone voice.

"Fuck! I hate that bitch! She didn't do anything to Simon did she?"

"Unfortunately, yes...she did."

"Oh no," Amy gasped over the line, "Where are you now?"

"About to eat lunch at Burner Boy on William Dr. down the road from Lowes," Pamela said smiling at her son.

"Well, order me the BBQ chicken plate, and I'll be there shortly. I can't have you hogging Simon all the time," Amy said teasing her mother.

"Okay dear, we'll see you when you get here," Pamela said before hanging up the phone.

"Simon!" Amy cried happily. Her hair whipped behind her as she hurried over to their booth. "Scoot over," she said grinning down at him. "Glad I made it before the food got here," Amy said sinking down into the seat. "Baby bro!" she said throwing her arms around Simon's neck. Pulling Simon into her, her left hand stroking his hair. "I'm sorry you had to deal with Melody. I promise when I get home I'm going to make you forget all about her," she whispered salaciously into his ear.

"Umm...it will have to be later tonight," Simon said. The tip of his nose brushed along her neck inhaling the sweet, fragrant, enticing floral lotion she used in the shower. When she walked out of his bathroom nude and wet last night. How Amy allowed him to explore her freshly clean body to trace that scent. Feeling his sister tremble slightly as his lips softly kissed her neck.

"Why?!" Amy asked pushing away from Simon.

"Well, me, Cody, Adam, and Matt are going to catch up over a few drinks," Simon said placing a finger over her lips as she started to speak,"I know sis. I'm not going to drink too much," he said leaning forward. "Plus I thought you might give me a lift, and I'll make sure it's...entertaining," Simon whispered sinfully into her ear.

"O-o-okay," Amy stuttered. Her insides melted as she saw the hunger in his eyes. Wondering if she could show her brother her special exercise routine? If so pondering how long it would it take to install it.

"Be careful Amy it seems Simon has quite the appetite," Pamela said, her tongue circled the tip of the straw. Her lips wrapped around that plastic shaft mimicking how she looked sucking Simon's steel rod.

"Simon?" Amy said leaning into him seeing their waiter approaching. "You still are going to make love to your older sister, aren't you?" she asked the pads of her fingers danced up his thigh.

"Yeah. Why?" Simon whispered as the waiter placed their plates on the table.

"Thank you," Amy said flashing the teenage boy a smile when he placed their plates onto the table.

"Can I get you folks anything else?" the boy asked looking around the table. His eyes falling on Amy noting how he could almost peer down her shirt.

"How about some refills," Amy said tugging at her shirt knowing where the boy was looking. Her breasts were only for her brother to view no one else.

"Sure thing," the boy said before walking off.

"Because I was wanting to do something special for you tonight," Amy said once the boy was out of ear shot. Her hand rubbed his left inner thigh as she rested her chin on Simon's shoulder.

"Oh?" Simon said arching an eyebrow.

"Mmm-hmm," Amy said her green eyes savoring the man she loved. She couldn't wait to experience the man he once was when he was with their grandmother. "You wouldn't mind if I moved some things around in the living room, do you?"

"No."

"Amy, you best eat," Pamela said in a motherly voice, "Your lunch break will be over if all you do is tease your brother," she said with a sly smile before taking a bite of her coleslaw.

"Fine!" Amy sighed in a fake annoyed voice. "This is nice isn't it? Us eating like this," she said scooting closer to Simon. "Kind of feels like a date, don't you think?" Amy asked her eyes lighting up at his nod. "So then maybe I'm your girlfriend?"

"Oh, from sister to girlfriend? I do hope there's some benefits to the boyfriend?" Simon asked with a coy smile.

"There is," Amy said, pulling the last bit of succulent meat from her chicken breast. Bringing her fork to her lips making sure her brother watching as her lush, full, velvety lips enclosed around those metal prongs. Teasing her brother into wanting to feel her lips around that stout rod of his. "Maybe I'll show you later tonight," Amy said with a sinful smirk. Reaching into her purse for her phone, opening up her message app texting her trainer asking if she could borrow a pole for a night or two.

"Sure! Finally going to show that man of yours how hot you are on that thing?!" her friend/trainer texted back.

"Mmm-hmm. I hope he likes it," Amy texted her friend back.

"Oh honey, I'm sure he's going to love it. For a woman not in this line of work, you do spice up the room with your routine. So don't worry Amy just do everything you've practice here, and I'm sure something will be standing in ovation. Hehe. Now when will you need the pole?"

"Simon, when are you going out tonight?" Amy asked looking over at her brother.

"I was thinking around eight," Simon said from around his napkin, as he wiped the sauce from his lips. "You are going to drive me right?"

"Oh yes," Amy nodded vehemently. "Just wanted to know if I'll have some time with you before you go. So how long are you planning on hanging out?" she asked hoping it was long enough for her to setup the living room for her gift to her brother.

"Probably about two hours, or so since I can't drink," Simon said scratching his chin.

"Can you be at," Amy said, sending her friend a text along with the address to her grandmother's place. "He'll be out of the house by eight, do you think we can have it setup by ten? That's when he should be back."

"Oh yeah, an hour should do it. I'll need it back by tomorrow though."

"I understand. Maybe if he likes it we'll be putting in our own one." Amy sent back praying that Simon would, because she wanted to put on a show for him every night if she could.

"Anything else I can get you?" their waiter asked as they finished their meal.

"Simon, can we get dessert?" Pamela asked in child-like wonder.

"Please!" Amy pleaded as she held onto his arm.

"Alright," Simon said in a sigh.

"I'll have the chocolate sundae," Pamela said looking up from the menu.

"I'll have the cherry pie," Amy said giving her brother a sly look.

"And you sir?" the waiter asked. His jealousy apparent in the tone of his voice.

"I'm good, just a refill," Simon said handing the glass to their waiter.

"It be but a moment," their waiter said before walking off with Simon's glass in hand.

"You sure you don't want anything?" Pamela asked enjoying the time they shared. It reminded her of when her children were younger. How she would take them out. Enjoy the day with them, exploring museums, parks, and the fights all siblings get into. Yet now, as she looked at the man that sat across from her. Pamela could only think of one thing. She wanted to please that man, make him moan out in bliss as she serviced that cock of his.

"I'll let you lick my little cherry if you're hungry," Amy said wantonly.

"Oh?" Simon said with a sinful smirk, "I do wonder how that boy will take it seeing you spread eagle on this table?"

"Probably blow his load," Amy said bumping his shoulder. Yet she couldn't help but feel her cunt awakening. Her mind flashed back to last night. How her body thrashed as her brother finally tasted her tight, pink, throbbing peach. "Simon," she said her index finger ran softly along the back of his ear. "The holiday weekend is approaching, and I wanted to know if you wanted to get out of the city."

"Excellent idea Amy!" Pamela said joyfully clapping her hands, "Why don't we go to the lake house?" she asked with a pointed look at Simon. Knowing how Robert cussed up a storm when her mother's lawyer had told them everything now belonged to Simon; and how Simon brought her brother to his knees with a single move when Robert thought to attack her son. The look in her son's eyes as he stood over his uncle. How her pussy liquefied when she heard the authority in his voice as Simon peered down at Robert. She fought the urge to rip off Simon's clothes and take her son right then and there. Yet that desire, that need was still there smoldering underneath the surface. A fire she might add never truly faded away. "Plus who knows you might enjoy some skinny dipping with your mother."

"Not if I beat you to it," Amy giggled as their waiter drew near with their sweets.

"Simon," Amy cooed as they stood behind her car, "Kiss me before I have to go." Her heart hammered in her chest as Simon brought her into his arms. Her eyes went wide then slowly closed as she felt his passion in that long lingering kiss. Pressing her forehead against his knowing that kiss was as night and day compared to the ones she had experienced before this morning. "I can't wait for tonight. Please don't drink too much tonight."

"I won't," Simon said running his hand down Amy's back. Listening to his sister's soft moan as he squeezed that firm, kissable backside of hers.

"Mmm," Amy purred biting her lip, "I've always wanted you to do that." Jumping as she felt the light smack on her ass. "Simon!" Feeling her cheeks heat underneath that coy smirk of his.

"Something wrong sis?" Simon asked with a mischievous light in his brown eyes.

"No," Amy said shaking her head, "Do it again." Her eyes fluttered as she felt that playful sting. Her cunt clenched and quivered loving the feel of his hand on her body. "I have to go," Amy said in a tired sigh. All she wanted to do was take her brother home and show him things not even her father got her to do.

"Come Simon, let's go home," Pamela said looping her arm around his.

"Simon!" Caroline called out as she pushed the door closed with the heel of her foot.

"Yeah," Simon called back walking down the hall. His mother resting on his bed with a broad smile on her face exhausted from their three hour sexathon after they had came in from planting the new replacement plants.

"Where's..." Caroline's nose wiggled smelling the smell of sex on the air. "Nevermind," she said smirking peering at his door over his shoulder. "Come help me," Caroline said nodding towards the kitchen.

"Sure." Huffing in surprise as Caroline threw her arms around him after she set their dinner on the kitchen table.

"I've missed you, Simon. All day long I couldn't stop thinking about you. Will you come have lunch with me tomorrow?" Caroline asked enjoying being in his arms. "I promise if you do it will be magical," she whispered into his ear. Her left hand ran down his chest. Cupping his family jewels giving that sore, tired, overworked muscle a few loving strokes. "How about tonight when you take me to bed I put on some..."

"It's Amy's night Caroline," Pamela said. Her voice shaky, her legs wobbled, her hair askew from the hard fucking her son just gave her a few minutes ago.

"Simon!" Caroline pouted puffing out her lower lip.

"Hey, hey, don't bring me into this fight," Simon wheezed as Caroline hugged him tight.

"Simon! Brother!" Amy said bursting through the front door. "Mom," she said placing a kiss on her mother's cheek, "Seems you had a good fucking," Amy giggled.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Simon, I'm home," Amy said holding out her arms. Beckoning Simon to fill that empty void. "My pussy has been wet all day long. I think you need to take responsibility for it," she whispered hungrily into his ear before claiming his lips.

"Well everyone, let's eat before the food gets cold," Caroline said her eyes dipped low seeing his slight bulge. "I found my seat!" she cried joyously sitting down on Simon's lap. "Oh. I think I found something!" Caroline giggled rolling her hips against that bulge.

"Caroline! You will vacate my son's lap right this second!" Pamela said growing red face holding Simon's plate and drink in her hand.

"I certainly will not! Why should I move, hmm? You just want his lap for yourself! Didn't you have enough of my man when he just got done fucking you?" Caroline asked leaning back, lifting her arm over Simon's head, her hand pressed the right side of his face into her left breast.

"Yeah Mom! You can't hog Simon all to yourself. There are other women here that wants and needs to feel his touch," Amy said pulling out her dinner. Placing her plate on the table beside her brother. "Hey Simon, what do you think of my panties?!" she asked lowering the waistband of her scrubs slightly so Simon could peek at her see through red panties. She could feel his hot breath on her covered dance floor as she stood inches away from his face.

"They're nic..."

"How does it my ass look?" Amy asked cutting him off, quickly turning around pushing down the back of her pants just below her ass. "This thong doesn't make my ass look big does it?" she asked bracing herself on the back of the chair as she leaned forward. Filling her brother's eyes of her taut ass and covered mound. "Yes!" Amy squeaked as she felt the slap on her ass.

"Amy?! Don't tease your brother," Pamela huffed setting Simon's drink down in front of him. Running her fingers through his hair as she stood behind him. Placing a kiss on top of his head, loving how his cum leaked out of her.

"I'm not teasing," Amy said sticking her tongue out at her mother as she slid into the seat beside Simon. "I was just showing my adorable brother what awaited him when he gets home tonight," she said reaching over rubbing Simon's thigh.

"Mmm," Caroline quietly moaned as Simon fondled her breasts, "Oh Simon," she purred quickly unbuttoning the buttons on her suit jacket. "Here!" Caroline said placing his hands back onto her breasts. "God Simon, you make me feel so wanted," she whispered into his ear. Trying to keep her body from shuddering as Simon played with her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening to the point where they showed through her bra.

"Simon, eat," Pamela said patting his shoulders.

"But...I'm not done yet," Caroline pouted.

"You are now," Pamela said pushing her friend out of Simon's lap. "Simon, needs to eat before he goes out tonight."

Simon had eaten numerous times during a fire fight, yet none were as stressful as sitting in that kitchen with three women hungry for what only he could provide. Those eyes of theirs always on him, always measuring him for what he dared not ask.

"So...Simon just what are the four of you going to be doing other than drinking?" Amy asked taking a bite of her chicken cordon bleu.

"I'm going to try and see if they'll play a major part in my plan to finally be rid of Melody. Amy, I have a favour to ask?"

"Who's Melody?" Caroline asked confused.

"My ex-girlfriend from six years ago," Simon said matter-of-fact.

"Paul's new whorish wife," Pamela spat when Caroline still had that perplexed look.

"And I beat that bitch," Amy said leaning into her brother. His shoulder resting in-between her breasts as they pressed in on either side of his left arm. Her fingers softly caressing Simon's jaw placing a warm lingering kiss on his cheek. "Because I got to show you how much you mean to me before that slut. Because I got to finally be your woman. A woman that has longed for you since I was sixteen. A woman that finally got to please the only man she loved all her life," she whispered her lips brushing against his skin as she pulled away. "So what's this favour Simon?" Amy asked returning to her meal.

"Is there any way you could lure Dad to a hotel for me?"

"What are you doing to do?" Amy asked concerned Simon would hurt himself if it came to blows between the two of them.

"Me? Nothing, well...except for filming it," Simon said taking a sip from his drink.

"Then you're not going to fight him?" Amy asked reaching over taking hold of his forearm.

"Why should I? A beating while painful it's short lived. I'm going to break him! Melody's destruction was all but assured the moment she showed her face here." Simon growled an evil light flared in the depths of his eyes. "As they and you did to me all those years' ago, them more so than you," he said softening his tone. Brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek to ease her fears.

"Simon? Is this woman worth all this trouble?" Caroline asked drawing his attention to her.

"It's either this or fuck her, and that's not even an option I'm even willing to entertain. Plus knowing her she's been fucking uncle all this time," Simon said placing his hand over hers, "I wouldn't put it past her that uncle is the kid's father, and she's playing both of them."

"I see," Caroline said leaning back in her chair. Chewing on her nails wondering if it was her cunt she had tasted on Robert's cock before she kicked him out of her bed.

"Stop that honey," Pamela said taking hold of her friend's forearm. "We wouldn't want you to ruin those lovely nails."

"Yes. You aren't ever going to fuck her," Amy said turning his chin towards her. She wanted to experience that kiss again. That same kiss that had left her so horny since lunch. Her lust burned through her like a raging conflagration as her lips touched his. Their tongues swirled around each others. Her body moved on instinct. Straddling Simon's left leg, her arms draped along his shoulders. Her hips grinding her aching mound along his leg. Her body trembling as her clit rubbed up and down his thigh. "Ah, ah, ah," Amy said breathing rapidly knowing her thong wouldn't do anything to soak up her awaking juices. If she wasn't careful she knew her scrubs and her brother's leg would become coated in her honey dew.

"Amy?!" Pamela said clearing her throat.

"Yes, do be a dear, and get off of my Simon," Caroline huffed angrily crossing her arms, her index finger tapping quickly on her bicep. "I understand you're horny, but that's no excuse to dry hump your brother at the dinner table."

"But!" Amy whined thrusting Simon's face deep into her bosom. "Fine!" winking at Simon as she slid off of his lap.

"Simon before you go." Caroline's hips swayed alluringly as she caught him in the hallway that led to his bedroom after they had finished dinner.

"Hmm?"

"I need to feel you, baby," Caroline said lowering the zipper on her skirt as she approached Simon. "I know we don't have much time, and that's okay," she purred sensuously dropping her shirt to the floor. "My pussy is still throbbing from this morning. Come, make me forget all about Robert," Caroline purred taking hold of his hand leading Simon to his bedroom.

"So, you did say you're were going to make it entertaining?" Amy asked as she backed out of the driveway. Slamming on the brakes, her mouth shaped in a frozen "O" as she felt Simon's hand in-between her legs. "Fuck me! Yes! Rub that pussy, Simon!" Amy screamed out.

"My, my, so sensitive today," Simon said wickedly, "I think you better get going, or we'll have the police on to us."

"O-o-okay," Amy said with shaky breath. The fifteen minute drive to the sports bar was nearly torture for her. Three times her brother had gotten her off-three times she flooded her panties in her orgasmic juices. She had no idea how she kept her car on the road as Simon sucked on her neck while his free hand fondled her right breast. God. She wanted, no, needed him to fuck her. Needed him to ram that fat cock of his into her wet, dripping, overflowing cunt. To make her howl as those balls of his slapped her clit as that cock sought out her womb. Rolling to a stop as they reached the sports bar. "Well..." Amy breathed heavily, "You did make that entertaining," she said with a satisfied smirk.

"Told you," Simon said opening the passenger side door.

"Text me when you need me to come get you," Amy said sucking on her lower lip as the dome light filled her brother's eyes. Wishing she could taste those lips of his again, yet she had seen Adam leaning against the wall of restaurant which left her rather annoyed. Simon's lips needed to feel her kiss, to leave without one was just plan wrong.

"Man, your sister is as hot now as she was then," Adam said smirking as Simon neared.

"You have no idea."

"Well, come on, the others are inside waiting for you," Adam said patting Simon's shoulder.

"Simon!" Cody said waving wildly as Adam and Simon entered the establishment.

"Simon!" Brittany cried happily jumping from her seat. Simon eyed the men there as they watched her B cup breasts bounced, her brunette hair swaying with each step. Simon wondered if they would look the same way at his friend if they knew she was actually a guy. Then again, her skin tight dress didn't leave much to the imagination. "Oh Simon!" Brittany cried throwing her arms around Simon's neck. Pressing her body sensually against his, her crotch brushing against the hard-on she felt against her body.

"My, Simon, aren't you a big boy?" she whispered into his ear, "I know it wasn't from me. Did your sister get you hard, hmm? Would you let your oldest friend have a taste of your cock?" Brittany asked hinting that she knew all along something was odd about his family. Not that she could berate him far from it. It was her mother that taught her how to be a woman. How to please a man with her body. Before her operation her mother used and still does fuck her with that same strap on she trained her on. However, once her father, who she feared greatly at the time, found out about her secret he used her like a slut. How she loved cumming for her father. He was the first man that truly saw her as a woman. Brittany would've broken down when she was going through the transition from all the hate she felt pressing in on her if it wasn't for her father. "No need to be shy you aren't the only one that likes family love," Brittany whispered her breath on in his ear.

"Hello M-Brittany," Simon said hugging his friend. Which felt odd given how her breasts pressed into his chest. It was going to take sometime seeing Matt as a woman. However, whomever did her work made sure that wouldn't be hard to do. "I don't think you be able to handle it."

"Oh, you never know until you let me have a spin on it. Trust me if I can make Adam and Cody cum in five minutes with my pretty tight pussy. I think I'll be able to handle this," Brittany cooed her body blocking everyone's view as her hand caressed Simon's rod. "Oh my! You are a big boy!" she gasped giving her friend's cock a squeeze, "About as big as my daddy. Oh yes. My little pussy can handle this beast," Brittany purred.

"Brittany, don't hog Simon all night," Adam sighed.

"What?! Can't an old friend show how much she missed him?" Brittany pouted.

"Not saying you can't Brit," Adam said rolling his eyes as Brittany snuggled up to Simon. "It's just that Simon isn't going to be here all night, and he has something important to ask us," he said eager to finally get his cock deep inside of Melody.

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted in," Simon said his eyes running down Brittany's body. "Man, if I didn't..." Brittany's hand covered his mouth silencing his words as they walked towards their table.

"I. Am. A. Woman!" Brittany growled low.

"Hey, hey, I'm not saying you aren't Brittany," Simon said seeing his old friend in those brown eyes of hers, "You know me, dude. Who was it that knew about your dream before anyone else? When I found you that night after those jackoffs beat you for wanting to be this. Who was it that made sure you were alright? I just didn't think you would look so..."

"Yes," Brittany said arching an eyebrow.

"Hot."

"Thanks!" Brittany beamed up at him. "So what were you going to ask?" she asked as they got to their table.

"One sec, I need a beer," Adam said looking around for a waitress, yet upon seeing none around turning to Simon. "You want one."

"Sure, just one through," Simon said sternly.

"Sure thing," Adam said nodding before heading off to the bar.

"Simon, do you need any help?" Brittany asked watching how he rested his cane on the lip of the table. Balancing on one leg while he pulled out their rather high chairs. Her hand ran up and down Simon's back as he climbed into the seat.

"Nah, I'm good."

"Okay, I know Adam told us not to ask, but what the hell is up with the cane?" Cody asked his short platinum blond hair brushed against his forehead as he leaned forward.

"Yes, do tell us Simon," Brittany said moving her chair closer to Simon. She always had a crush on Simon. Now that she was finally a woman she hoped to experience the man she had fond over in her youth.

"I enlisted, was sent to Iraq, lost my calf in the sand dunes," Simon chuckled, "Days it took to find it only be left wanting when it left me a "Dear John" letter."

"Damn," Cody mouthed the word.

"Oh honey," Brittany said draping herself against his side, "And you still have these hard muscles too," she said lustfully as she ran her hand over his chest.

"Well, yeah, have to have something to do when the women run screaming when they see what remains of my leg."

"Then they are fools for letting you go," Brittany said her tongue teasing Simon's earlobe.

"Simon, you might want to watch that one," Adam said with a pointed look at Brittany. "She's always horny," he said shooting Brittany a knowing smirk.

"Hey!" Brittany said wiggling her nose, "I didn't hear you complaining when you came four times inside of me yesterday."

"Hey, what can I say that's a tight little hole you have there," Adam said shrugging his shoulders as he took a sip of his beer.

"Would you like to try it Simon?" Brittany asked hoping that he would. "I'll do anything you want, just let me feel you inside of me," she whispered in a wanton purr.

"Anything?!" Simon asked wondering if he could add to his father's downfall.

"Mmm-hmm," Brittany cooed stroking Simon's cock through his pants.

"So Simon you said something about Melody?" Adam asked eager to fulfill his high school wet dream.

"Ah, right, I'll have to go back to six years ago," Simon said, going into detail how he found out she was sleeping with his father while leaving everything else out. How upon his return learnt how they had married and nothing ever happened to them. "See," he said. Opening up his message app setting his phone in the middle of the table showing them the nudes she had sent him. "Even after she ran off, got pregnant she is still trying to fuck with me."

"Damn!" All three said unison as Melody's picture filled the screen. Simon wasn't ashamed to say he was checking out his friend's ass as she leaned over the table. He was sure most the guys that had a view of it were too. Not that he could blame them she was flashing off that mound of hers as her dress rode up. Placing his hand palm up on her seat Simon was curious to see if it felt like a real woman's labia. Brittany didn't say word when she sat back down, yet those eyes of hers shot quickly towards him. Simon's Adams apple bobbed as that devious smile spread across her lips.

"My aren't you the naughty one," Brittany whispered in his ear, "Does my pussy feel like your sister's? Better yet I think you need to really feel me," she said lifting her hips slightly. Pushing back her dress enough, taking hold of his middle and index finger, peeling her panties to the side before allowing him to explore her sex. "So what do you think?" Brittany asked in a hushed whisper squeezing her muscles around his appendages.

"Feels like the real thing," Simon admitted.

"Then you'll stick this cock inside of me?" Brittany asked breathing heavily into a ear.

"So..." Cody began to say only to be cut off by Adam.

"We can fuck her right?" Adam asked low so not to be over heard.

"Yeah, that is why I have asked for you three to meet here," Simon nodded, "Because I'm so not fucking her."

"Good. Not when there are better women eager and willing to fuck you," Brittany said. She just couldn't stop touching Simon's cock. She had to see it. Had to know how it felt deep inside of her. Biting Simon's shoulder as she came on his fingers.

"And you're okay with us taking turns?" Cody asked feeling himself getting hard at the thought and the look on Brittany's face. He knew that look well enough to know she had just came.

"Well," Simon said scratching his chin, "At first yes, see I want her to believe I'm the one doing it. While in all actuality the two of you will be taking turns. You just can't say a word. At least until I end the charade. Then how would the two of you feel spilt roasting the bitch?"

"Oh, they won't have a problem with that. They've tag teamed me enough to not have performance issues," Brittany said shooting her childhood friends a coy smirk. "But what about me Simon? I too want to fuck this bitch. I hate how she broke your heart," she said, her hand moved over his sculpted chest to come to a rest over Simon's heart.

"Umm...sure, you can but it'll be after I end the game. However, there is one thing I would like for you to do," Simon said looking over at Brittany.

"I've already told you I'll do anything you want Simon. The question is are you willing to pay the price," Brittany said taking a sip of Simon's beer. "So what is it you need me to do?"

"I need you to fuck my father," Simon said leaning in to Brittany, "Can you make him believe he's fucking Amy?" he whispered into her ear. Since she had already knew, however she had guessed at it, he didn't see a reason to hide it from her.

"Why isn't she doing it?"

"Umm...personal reasons." Simon blushed hard as those eyes of hers became sultry.

"Oh, she's in love with you," Brittany gasped before that sinful smile formed on her lips. "I can't blame her," her tongue curled touching the tip of her nose, "A man as handsome, caring, strong as you are is a rare find. So do you fuck all your family members?" Brittany asked low wondering if their two families could mingle together. Her eyes lit up when Simon nodded. "You and I need to get together some time. I think our families would get along extremely well."

"It have to be after the holiday weekend. Mom and Amy wants to go to the lake house."

"You have a lake house!" Brittany said in awe.

"Dude! Why didn't you tell us we could be partying at the lake," Adam said faking annoyance.

"I have a mountain one too," Simon said taunting his friend.

"You so have to take me," Brittany said leaning in, "Then maybe you'll fuck me on the beach or in the snow?"

"So what exactly is in it for you if we do this?" Cody asked wondering if Simon was the same person he once knew. The way Brittany was hanging all over him told him she must have found something she wanted.

"Blackmail," Simon said matter-of-fact, "It's the only way I can protect my family from that whore. Plus breaking my father that's just a damn good bonus."

"Wait?! Let me get this right she's blackmailing you into fucking her, so you're going to orchestrate this elaborate plan all so you can blackmail her back?! Why?" Adam asked perplexed.

"And break her so splendidly that she leaves me and my family alone for the rest of her life. Plus I thought given how she felt about the three of you what better way then having you three drill her so spectacularly that it will forever live with her."

"Okay I get that, but why?" Adam asked stabbing the table with his finger.

"Come on genus," Brittany sighed in aspiration, "Because Simon here shares something special with us," she said shooting her two friends a knowing look.

"Oh! Is that why your mom wouldn't give me the time of day?" Adam asked shaking the table. "Tell me how was she?! What about Amy? Are her tits as awesome as they appear to be?!"

"Dude!" Cody said slapping Adam's arm, "Would you want Simon to ask about how your own mother," he whispered low, "Pussy looked liked?"

"Forgive me Simon, it's just they're so damn hot," Adam sighed deeply.

"Mmm-hmm," Brittany nodded, "Simon, have you ever seen you mom or sister with another woman?"

"No," Simon lied.