Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep117

James looked around the backyard. It was weird, thinking that this would be the last barbecue they hosted at the house. With all the changes life had brought, the place was simply more than they could afford. They'd found a duplex to rent on the far side of town. As soon as the house sold, they'd move over there.

Austin paired his iPhone to a Bluetooth speaker, and started blasting the tunes. James stood over the grill and made hot dogs and hamburgers. The families all joked and ate. The kids played cornhole and the adults chatted. James smiled at the world around him. With everything in their lives lately, it was good to have something go right for once.

Christine touched his shoulder. "Can you go in and set up dessert?" she asked. "There's a bunch of stuff to take out of the fridge and the watermelon needs chopped up."

"Sure thing," James said. He and Christine were doing OK. They'd found another marriage counselor and this one seemed to be working out way better. Both husband and wife had some unresolved emotional issues to work out. They didn't mention their other familial activities, it didn't seem to matter.

They slept in the same bed and both of them tried to have sex together at least once every couple of days. It wasn't mind blowing, but it worked. After months of doing his daughters, sex with his wife was actually a nice change of pace. James felt closer to Christine than he had in a long time. She said she felt the same. If a rebuilt marriage could be built out of the ashes of everything else, then maybe this really was working out for the best.

James went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Christine hadn't properly prepared him for everything she'd purchased. There was a twelve-pack of butterscotch pudding right up front and a tray of chocolate cupcakes on the shelf below it. He took those out and placed them one by one on a plate.

As if that wasn't enough, there were also fresh-baked brownies sitting on the counter. James took a small knife and cut those into squares. He found another plate and stacked them up into a gooey, chocolate pyramid.

it, and placed the fruit on a cutting board. He cut it in half, then halved it again. He sliced all that into chunks and filled a large

piled them into the sink, did a quick wash, then loaded everything into the dishwasher. He laid out the plates of sweets, planning

cabinet and poured nine glasses. He figured the kids were

so long ago when they'd been at the campground. He'd felt that incredible urge to piss and then... Well that

on instinct more than anything else. The sheets on the bed were still mussed from him and Molly 'waking up' that morning. He quickly straightened it, then went into the bathroom. He didn't

lid, unzipped his jeans, and took out his dick. He let out a long, languid stream of urine. He sighed,

The mesh basket was completely empty except for something that looked a lot like an empty pill bottle. He didn't remember anyone taking any medication. Maybe they were pre-natal pills? When he was done peeing, James zipped himself back up and flushed. He couldn't control his curiosity, so he knelt down on the floor and looked in the trash. He pulled the little plastic container out.

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given them. The ones they'd taken right before the camping trip had gone completely crazy. He hadn't seen the container since that fateful day. James' heart pounded.

Oh no.

bathroom looked out to the side of the house. James couldn't see anything from there. Oh no.

on the tile and sprinted out of the bathroom. He took the steps down two at a time.

dropped. His heart went from practically bursting out of his chest to flat out dead. Austin was standing up by the picnic table, pants around his ankles. His cousin, the very sexy Jessie, was completely naked. She was on her knees, sucking

working the tall boy's dick while his face was buried in her snatch. Both of them