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One Bed For Incest
Copyright © 2017
Table of Contents
The ad in the paper had said: "Wanted: Helper for trucker's family. Good pay." She had called the phone number in the ad, and the man had sounded very warm and friendly in an "aw-shucks, ma'am" country way. He had three teen-aged children and no wife. Since he was away much of the time driving his truck, he needed someone to live in and supervise the kids. The pay had been surprisingly good, eighty dollars a week plus room and board. She had few expenses and would be able to save most of it to pay her way back to college in the fall. She didn't want to spend another summer with her aged grandparents and she didn't get much money from the trust fund that her parents had left her when they died, so she had agreed to come out to his house for a job interview.The taxi pulled into a long, narrow lane among the fields and woods of the beautiful countryside. It looked so lush and green in the early summer. She knew every thing was going to work out just fine. The cab stopped in front of a big, rambling old farm house with a huge trailer truck parked beside it. This was the place all right. She paid off the driver and lugged her suitcase up the steps to the front door. There was no door bell, so she knocked as hard as she could on the door. The paint was peeling off the weather-beaten wood. It looked as if the trucker didn't take much care about his house. The yard was nothing but beaten-down dirt. Cindy felt her heart sink a little as she waited for someone to come answer the door.Finally, after knocking several times, she heard someone coming, and the door swung open. Oh, my dear Lord! she thought to herself as she took a look at the man standing in the doorway. He was very tall, well over six feet, lean and hard-muscled. His black hair was short and tangled. He had a day's growth of whiskers on his jaws and thick matted black curls of hair on his chest, but what startled her most of all was the fact that he was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts! A very, very full pair of jockey shorts! They bulged out from between his thighs and halfway down to his knees! She felt her knees going soft and wobbly on her. What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into now? she thought."Oh, hello," the man said. "Are you the girl that's come lookin' for the housekeeper job?" He wiped his eyes and smiled at her. He was a very handsome-looking man in a rough sort of way. He had big dark eyes and long, black eyelashes, slightly sticky from sleep. His teeth were white, and his lips thin but warm-looking. He scratched the black stubble on his jaw with his fingernail and grinned down at her."Come on in. You'll have to excuse the way I look. I forgot you was comin' out, and I fell asleep on the couch watchin' the ball game. Come on in. Let me take your suitcase for you." He didn't seem to be at all embarrassed to be standing in front of a strange woman in his underwear. Well, if he wasn't going to act embarrassed, then I won't either, she thought, and answered his smile with one of her own.The living room of the house was a perfect mess. Newspapers were strewn all over the floor. Beer cans on the end tables and a bowl with some leftover popcorn showed that the house desperately needed a housekeeper. The man put her suitcase by the door and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. He turned off the television and sat down beside her. He had his legs spread far apart, and she could easily make out the shape of his very long, thick cock bulging out the crotch of his underpants. His pants weren't too clean, either."Your name is Cindy, did you say on the phone?""Yes, Mr., uh," she had forgotten his name in her nervousness."Just call me George. We're a friendly bunch out here, but I hope you're goin' to like us just fine.""Uh, what does the job entail, uh, George?" she stuttered."Well, I got three kids, and they ain't got a mom to raise 'em right. They're awful messy as you can see. You won't have to clean up after 'em or nothing like that though. You just got to keep on 'em, and they do the work for you. You can cook, can't you?""Oh, yes, I'm a pretty good cook.""That's fine. You want to start cookin' some dinner? I'm gettin' awful hungry already.""You want to hire me, then?""Sure, you'll do just fine, Missy. You want me to show you your room? Don't you want to take the job?""I, I suppose so. Perhaps I should meet your children.""Oh, they'll like you just fine. They're down to the creek in the back swimmin'.""How old are they?""Junior, he's the oldest. He's twenty. Then there's Sam. He's nineteen, and my girl, Mary Lou, just turned eighteen. Had 'em right in a row, then my old lady got tired of gettin' knocked up all the time and me being out on the road so much, she up and took off right after Mary Lou was born."Cindy was not very sure that this job was going to work out after all. And the man, this handsome trucker sitting next to her in his jockey shorts, how was she going to be able to keep him in line? Or did she want to? He was so tall, dark, and handsome. His body made her feel a little dizzy, and she could smell the all-man smell of him like incense in her nose."I'll call 'em in to meet you," he said, and went over to the window. He shouted their names and told them to come in. A couple of minutes later she heard the back door bang and the sounds of noisy teenagers trooping through the house. The kitchen door opened and in they piled. They were all stark naked and dripping wet! Cindy nearly moaned and fainted in embarrassment."This is Junior." The man indicated the taller boy. You could hardly call him a boy. He was nearly as tall and strong as his father, and he had the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life! His balls hung down like a couple of oranges in a loose sac of hairy skin, and his limp dong hung down even further than that! Jesus, he looked like the heaviest-hung stud in the world, and good-looking too, except for a foolish grin on his face."Hi!" he said. He made no effort to cover up his naked dork."Junior's a little simple-minded," his father said. "But he's a good old boy, aren't you, Junior?""I ain't got much smarts, but I got a big cock," Junior announced proudly as if she couldn't tell by looking at the thick hose hanging from his groin."It's not as big as Papa's!" the girl said with a sneer on her pouty little lips."It's bigger than Sam's!" the idiot boasted."You want to see me get it hard?" he asked Cindy. She nearly choked on her tongue."Shut your mouth, George Jr.!" his father said. "That's no way to be talkin' to a lady. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."The boy hung his head and pouted like a huge five-year-old. "Well, it IS bigger than Sam's!""This here is Sam," his father pointed. "He's the smart one in the family." Sam was blushing a deep red. His cock might have been a little smaller than his brother's but not by much. He acted much more shy, too."I'm sorry we don't have any clothes on, Miss," he said. "We didn't know there was any company here." He was the only one besides Cindy who was embarrassed. Cindy felt a great liking for the boy at once. He was the handsomest of them all, thinner and more boyish-looking than his older brother was, but he had the same donkey tool that seemed to be the trademark of the males of his family.Cindy clenched her thighs together and felt a hot flush of cunt cream beginning to soak her panties. She wondered what it would be like to have that long soft prong in her hand and feel it swell bigger with each stroke of her loving hand."...Mary Lou." Cindy jerked her mind away from jerking off Sam to pay attention to what her employer was saying."You're going to be the new housekeeper?" the girl asked with a snotty look on her face. "We run off the last one. She was an old fart, no good for nothing."The girl had the firm full breasts and a thick forest of hair around her little pussy mound. She was short and a little plump around the waist, and might have been really good-looking if she stood up straight and if her hair hadn't been wet and tangled. Cindy thought that she and Mary Lou were going to have to have a long heart-to-heart talk to make it very clear just who was going to be the boss between the two of them."You kids better get on to your rooms and get some clothes on now. Miss Cindy is goin' to cook us up a dinner. I guess I better slip some pants on too," he said to Cindy as his naked offspring left the living room. "We get a little informal around here, I guess. Not quite fittin' to meet a lady. Hope you don't mind too much. Pretty soon you'll be just like one of the family."You aren't going to catch me running around the house stark naked, if that's what you mean by one of the family, Cindy thought to herself. She stood up and set her shoulders back firmly. She was going to have to take charge around here if the job wasn't going to be a complete loss. "I'll start the dinner as soon as I find out where everything is in the kitchen. After you put some pants on, why don't you pick up after yourself in the living room? Get these newspapers folded up and stacked."She didn't give him time to answer her. She just left him with his mouth hanging open, scratching his balls. She smiled to herself with more self-confidence. They would be no match for her management! Her spirits sank a little when she saw the kitchen, though. It was a holy mess, with dirty dishes stacked all over the place. She found some hamburger in the refrigerator and scrubbed out a skillet to cook it in.While she stood at the sink with her arms in the soapy water, visions of those two boys standing naked in the living room with their incredible dongs hanging out for her to see kept flitting into her mind. She was no virgin. There had been a couple of boys she had been to bed with at college, but neither one of them had cocks anywhere near as big as the ones on those boys. What would it be like to have a tool that big stroking up her tingling twat? So big and thick and long, with big fat cockheads and loads of steaming creamy cum spurting out and filling her up until she could taste it in the back of her mouth? Her pussy was twitching and getting soppy again as she called her attention back to the sink which was about to overflow.Mary Lou came flouncing into the kitchen wearing shorts and a halter that groaned with the effort of keeping her tits inside the cups."Mary Lou, finish washing up the dishes while I cook the supper, please," Cindy directed. There was no "please" in her voice, though. She was handing out the orders like a Marine drill sergeant. Mary Lou got sulky, but she soon was washing the dirty dishes as she had been told. Score one more for me, Cindy thought to herself.The boys came in a few minutes later, and she set them to work clearing the table and sweeping the floor. She noticed that Junior had the fly on his tight blue jeans unzipped and that he wasn't wearing any underwear either. The thick curls of his black cock hair stuck out of the opening in a delicious, enticing way."Zip up your pants, Junior," she ordered."I can't, Miss Cindy. The zipper's stuck," he replied good-naturedly. He put the broom down and yanked on the zipper to show her."Come here and let me look at it," Cindy said. She wondered a little bit at her choice of words. She meant that she wanted to look at the zipper, but didn't she want to see that super cock again, too?As he stepped up to her, still yanking on the zipper, she could see the broad base of his shaft through the open fly. She pushed his hands away and grasped the tab on the zipper, her knuckles brushing against his heavy meat. She couldn't budge the zipper a bit. It really was stuck."Well, I can't move it. I'll have to see about it tomorrow. How come you don't have any underwear on?"The dummy looked down at his crotch as if he had just noticed that he wasn't wearing any. "I ain't got no clean ones. Ain't had any for weeks.""Well, we'll get to work on the laundry tomorrow, too. Finish cleaning up."She finished the dinner and served it to the family. Big George had come to the table in fresh, clean clothes with his hair wet and combed down neatly. She was satisfied with the start she had made. After they all finished, Junior got up from the table with his cock sticking out of his open fly. Holy Shit! His tool looked like a baseball bat! It must have been nearly a fucking foot long! And as thick as her wrist! And it wasn't even all the way hard! She sat back down on her chair hard, the breath knocked out of her by the sight."Junior, were you playing with your prick at the table again?" his father asked in a stern voice."No, Papa, I swear. It just come up by itself. It musta been the good food that done it. I didn't touch it.""Well, all right, long as you weren't playin' with yourself and then eatin' without washin' your hands." He turned to Cindy with a smile. "You want to watch some TV?"She got her breath back. "First we clean the kitchen. Sam, let's make it your turn to help with the dishes. Each of you scrape your plates, and Junior, you clear off the table. Then you can go watch some television. I want to do some more exploring and find out where everything is." They quickly did as she instructed.Cindy dried the dishes while Sam washed. He looked like such a sweet little boy now that he had some clothes on. She would never have suspected that he was equipped with such a massive pecker if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes."I hope you like it here, Miss Cindy," he said bashfully. Her heart did a flip-flop. He was a sweet, cute guy. "We've been raised kind of rough with no mama. Papa's folks kept us for a while, but then they died, and we've been living with Papa ever since. I guess he's raised us all like truck drivers in a truck stop dormitory."She laughed. "I'll civilize you a little while I'm here for the summer."His face fell. "You're just going to stay for the summer?""Yes, I'll be going back to college in the fall.""You must be a pretty smart girl to be going to college.""Not really. I just work hard at it.""I wish you were going to be here when school starts again. I'd love to have you help me with my school work.""I'd love to help you, too. Sam. Maybe we can do some work this summer.""I like you a lot, Miss Cindy. I hope you don't run off like the last housekeeper did.""Why did she leave, Sam?""She was an older lady. She just couldn't get used to our ways around here.""You mean your messiness?""I guess you could call it that." He turned away with a sigh and didn't keep up the conversation.When they finished, he offered to show her where everything was. First he took her down into the cellar where the washing machine and dryer were. There were mounds of dirty clothes piled up on the floor. She started a load going in the washer while they were down there and made a note to herself to buy lots of soap powder at the first chance she could get to do the shopping.Then they went upstairs again to see her bedroom and the bathroom. As they passed the door to the living room, she swore she could see Mary Lou down on her knees in front of the sofa like she was saying her prayers, but she was kneeling in front of Junior. She started to turn back to look again, but Sam was right behind her, and she kept on going."This room here will be yours, Miss Cindy." The room was plain and had been kept neatly, but was now dusty and stuffy. She opened a window. Sam pointed. "I sleep out on the porch there in the summer time, right outside your window." His face was a little flushed. She was going to have to be careful to keep the shade drawn, she decided."Papa's room is next door to yours. Junior and Mary Lou sleep in the room across the hall.""Junior and your sister sleep in the same room?""Yes, and so do I in cold weather. We only got the three bedrooms and we always leave this one for the housekeeper."They went back to the living room. There were the three of them in a row on the sofa, their eyes glued to the boob-tube. Junior was sitting in the middle, his huge cock jutting out of his pants. He was jacking slowly on his dork, occasionally lifting his narrow, muscular hips up a fraction of an inch from the cushions in little fucking thrusts. The lap of his blue jeans was already covered with dribbles of a load of cum he had shot off."It keeps him quiet and happy," Sam whispered over her shoulder. "Just don't pay him no mind." She did the best she could, but it was a damned hard sight to keep her eyes from. She sat in one of the arm chairs and tried to concentrate on the television set. Sam sat on the floor next to her feet like a guard dog.When the show finished, Junior got up with a massive yawn, his massive cock still hard and jutting up like a flagpole from his hips. "Come on, Sis, let's get to bed," he said to Mary Lou. She lazily got up and left the room with him. Cindy's head whirled with thoughts of what their bedroom scene must be like. She was beginning to get the picture of how this household worked.The sound of the washing machine in the cellar stopped, and the television set was quiet for a moment. Yes, she could clearly hear the sounds of bedsprings creaking rhythmically! She was sure of it! Junior was busy fucking his sister in the bedroom right next door!She hopped up out of her chair, unable to sit still and listen to those sounds. "I've got to put the laundry in the dryer," she announced."You need any help, Missy?" Big George asked. He had a certain look on his face, and he had been putting away the beer pretty heavily."No, no! I can handle it myself," she said brightly."Okay. I'm so tired I can't move anyway. I just got in from a long haul this mornin'. That's why I fell asleep this afternoon." He looked like he was going to go to sleep on the sofa, and she couldn't think of a better idea in the whole world!"La me help you, Miss Cindy," Sam asked. His eyes were so big and beautiful she had to say yes.When they got downstairs, he looked at her soulfully. "Now that you know, are you going to leave?""I don't know, Sam. It's none of my business, but it is disturbing.""Please don't go, please, Miss Cindy!" He moved toward her in the dim light of the cellar, his crotch swelling rapidly. "I haven't even touched your hand yet. Please don't go. I like you."
Cindy drew back from him involuntarily. Her heart was racing, and her hands were cold and shaking on the top of the old washing machine. "Don't, Sam, don't," she said in a gasp of breath.