The Generosity of Neighbors: Part Two

Every marriage needs goals. For Ted and Autumn, that goal is the lake house. It's a fixer-upper, but it's theirs, and one day it will be a place they can leave to their kids. The family's life takes an interesting turn. Their first summer on the lake, they meet the family next door. Phil and Carla, along with their adult son and daughter, live a bit of an alternative lifestyle. The sexy couple is a pair of open swingers who aren't just having fun with those outside the family unit.

This story features the return of the entire Hamlin family.

Kinks served: Incest, seduction, swapping, group sex, anal, voyeurism

Chapter Two: Family Friendly

Dylan lay back on the bed, nude, his stiff prick standing proudly as his sister peeled off her bikini top. She teased him with it, grinning as she held it against her tits. It was a slightly ridiculous tease, as the top was barely large enough to hide her nipples. Still, it had the intended effect.

"You like the new neighbors, huh?" Crystal asked as she toyed with the top.

"They seem nice," Dylan said, stroking his cock.

"Brandon's a hottie. I'll bet you'd like to watch me suck his cock."

Dylan groaned and nodded.

"Mommy's got a tight little butt, too, doesn't she?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"And Summer?"

"Hot," Dylan agreed.

"She's so cute, isn't she?" Crystal said as she pulled the top away and cupped her melons in her hands.

"Yeah," Dylan agreed. "Kinda goofy, but she's hot."

Crystal released her tits and wiggled out of her bottoms, climbing on the bed to straddle her brother. Dylan's hands went to her hips and caressed the smooth skin, the swell of them, and gently pulled her down. The heat of her slick cunt touched his cockhead, but before he could slide it inside, Crystal giggled. She pushed his erection down against his crotch and sat on its length, the warmth of her pussy and the wetness of her lips teasing his sensitive underside.

"Uh, uh," she whispered. "Not in there."

Dylan groaned as his sister began to slide her cunt along his engorged length, spreading her honey on his shaft. Dylan held her hips and watched her tits sway as she slid back and forth, back and forth along his hard-on.

"Can you just imagine spreading her legs apart and pushing this big dick into her?" Crystal teased as she played with her tits. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah…"

"Just think how good it would feel to stuff that little pussy of hers, to hear her squeal, until you plaster her insides with your dirty brother goo…"

"Oh, God!"

Crystal shivered.

"You'd love to knock the little slut up, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah…"

"That's what you like, isn't it? My big brother likes to fantasize about making babies, huh?"

It was true. Dylan did like that. He thought about it often.

"You want to do it to me," Crystal said and slid to the edge of his cock, teasing him with her opening. "You want to push your big incest dick into your little sister and knock her up."

"Yeah…"

"You want to spend every day with your fat cock inside me until I'm a barefoot and pregnant slut."

"Fuck!"

"But we can't do that, can we?"

Dylan shook his head.

"Not until I'm out of college, right?"

Dylan shook his head again. It was far from the first time he'd heard these words. It was an almost daily thing. Still, he never got tired of it. As much as he did want to bury his cock in his sister's hot depths, the reason behind why he didn't always made him so hot. It did the same to Crystal, and that's why they never tired of it.

"Say it," she whispered and began to grind on his cock with more intensity.

"Not until you graduate and… and Dad knocks you up first."

Crystal moaned and squeezed her tits.

"Yeah," she said. "Say it!"

"It's… It's Daddy's pussy," Dylan said and his cock jerked against her slit.

"It's Daddy's pussy," Crystal repeated.

"Fuck," Dylan said again. "Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah!"

Dylan rolled his sister off his lap and straddled her chest, pushing his eager cock into her mouth. His sister groaned and gripped his ass, encouraging him to fuck her mouth. Her lips created a tight seal around his dick, and she looked up at his flushed face with wide eyes.

Dylan pumped his prick into her mouth, gripping her hair in one hand as he repeatedly shoved his length into her face. Crystal hummed and purred as her brother got himself off, taking his frantic thrusts like a well-trained suckslut. Dylan grunted and pulled his cock free, jerking it into his sister's open mouth as she squealed.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck!" he cried.

When he'd emptied his balls on Crystal's face, and she pushed the stray streaks of cum into her mouth with a finger, her brother happily reciprocated. He pushed his tongue into the pussy he so desperately wanted, but couldn't yet have. Their father's pussy.

***

Chapter Three: A Tight-Knit Family

The fog rolled in off the lake in the early morning, and Summer found her parents and brother sitting on the boatless dock. She carried a mug of hot coffee, fell into a deck chair with a yawn, and gazed across the misty lake. While the sleeping accommodations weren't exactly the Ritz, the stillness of the morning was definitely something that could grow on her. Hell, she hadn't even checked her phone yet.

"Morning," her mother said and sipped her own coffee.

Summer grunted.

"Sleep well?" Ted asked.

Summer shrugged.

"There's enough hot water in the tank for two showers," Brandon said.

Summer vaulted from the deck chair and ran back up the steps. When she finished her shower, there was not enough hot water for another. Dressed in a pair of running shorts and a bikini top, she found her family assembled on the front porch, just as a big black pickup wound its way up the drive. The car came to a stop in front of the neighbor's home.

"Must be the parents," Ted remarked.

The passenger side of the truck opened and down stepped a long-legged blonde in a sundress. The dress fell only far enough to cover her ass, but just. A pair of brown cowboy boots on her feet hit the dewy grass with a thunk, and she tipped back the hat on her head as she glanced over at Ted's family. She tilted the hat in their direction before turning to the opening door of her own home.

The man who emerged from the far side of the truck stood straight and tall. His thick, broad shoulders and muscled arms were bare beneath a tank top, and he held out his arms with a laugh. Crystal, in a full-on run from the front door of the house, leaped into his arms with a squeal and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Daddy!" she squealed and buried her face in his neck.

The man's hands cupped her bottom, which was practically bare, as the only thing she wore was a pair of panties and a cut-off tee. Ted's family gave a collective gasp.

"Um…" Brandon said.

"Affectionate…" Summer added.

The man put his girl down and a moment later, pulled his son in for a bear hug. It lasted an acceptable, masculine second before he patted Dylan on the shoulder and pushed him toward his mother. The hug between the two of them lasted several seconds longer.

"They're just close," Autumn said.

"Real close," Ted agreed.

They noted Dylan's nod toward the four of them, a following nod from the big man, and then the entire family traipsed across the distance toward Ted's family.

"That's our cue to be neighborly," Ted said and started down the steps.

As the distance between them closed, Ted and the newcomer sized one another up from afar until they met halfway between both homes. Hands went up, grasped, shook, and polite nods were exchanged.

"Phil McCracken," the man said with a grin.

"Phil…" Ted began, paused, and the other man chuckled.

Ted grinned.

"Sorry," the other man said. "Been waiting to use that one a while. Phil Carlson. My wife, Carla. You met the kids."

"Young adults," Crystal corrected.

"Doesn't have the same ring," Phil said.

"Ted Benson," Ted introduced himself. "My wife, Autumn. The handsome young man here is Brandon, and the half-asleep coffee addict there is Summer."

"Pleased," Phil said.

He started toward Ted's home. Ted took up stride next to him. Behind them, the sounds of the wives and young adults chattering followed behind.

"Glad to see someone nice got the place," Phil said. "If it sat any longer, I was thinking of picking it up myself and just taking down the house."

Ted raised his brows and said, "Would have been a shame. Seems like the place has history."

"That it does. Needs work, though."

Ted chuckled and said, "Tell me about it. I've got a list a mile long."

Phil began a circuit of the exterior, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he did so.

"Paint's the least of it," he said as they walked. "Roof's in need. Patch work on those pecker holes. Gutters. I'll bet the interior's a sight."

"Not a good sight," Ted agreed.

Phil continued around the house until they reached the steps leading down to the dock, where he paused and looked out across the lake.

"I like to think I can gauge a person pretty well at a glance," he said after a moment's silence. He turned to Ted and continued, "You love your family."

"Um, yes?"

Phil nodded. "Family's everything, Mr. Benson."

"Ted," Ted said.

Phil nodded and said, "Family's one of the few ways a man achieves immortality. Family's everything."

"It's kind of why I bought the place," Ted said. "I wanted to leave something for Summer and Brandon and whoever came next. A place they could always go to get away. You know?"

Phil put his hand on Ted's shoulder and said, "That's what I mean. You're a man who loves his family. Seeing as you're here for the long haul, you're picking up another family."

"I am?"

"This place," Phil said, waving his hand over the lake, "is more than just a pretty body of water. It's a community. The folks around this lake are the kind that believe in what you and I believe in. They want to make a mark, leave something for their family, and they wanna have a hell of a good time while they're doing it."

Ted chuckled and said, "Yeah. That sounds kind of like us."

"That's why I'm gonna take care of this for you," Phil said.

"This?"

Phil turned back to the house. "Let me ask you this, Ted. Do you want to spend your first summer up here painting, scraping, and making this place livable? Or do you want your family to enjoy their time here?"

"I figured we could do both. You know. Make the place our own. Blood and sweat and all that."

Phil nodded and said, "I like that. Not enough men out there build things anymore. Blood and sweat aside, there are other ways to turn a place like this into your own. It doesn't mean you have to dig in and do the back-breaking parts."

"It doesn't?" Ted said, confused.

"Sure doesn't," Phil said and started back around the house. "Look, I'm all for a little DYI. I respect a man who thinks like that. But I got crews of boys ready to get their hands dirty and the know-how to get the jobs done you need doing first."

"You do construction of some kind, I assume?" Ted said.

"Pretty much any job that needs doing, and my guys are good at it. You show me what you think needs doing, I'll add in what I know needs doing, and I can have a crew up here tomorrow ready to get it done for you."

"That's… generous," Ted said. "But I don't think I could afford a whole crew."

Phil chuckled and said, "I'm not asking you to afford it. Not now or ever. We're gonna be neighbors a long while, and I'm not gonna sit across the way from you and look at your eyesore of a house or watch a software guy try to put this whole thing together over a decade."

"How did you know I did software?"

"Told you. I can gauge a person pretty quick. I'm betting you're a whiz at coding, but a bit less adept at swinging a hammer."

Ted shrugged and said, "Can't say you're wrong."

"And if I know my Carla," Phil continued, "She's already in there taking notes on what Autumn wants to do with the inside."

"She is?"

Phil nodded. "What do you say? You wanna let my guys get this place up to spec in a few days? Or do you wanna pick at it for a few years?"

Ted stopped and looked over the house. He imagined the days and days of climbing a ladder to paint the outside. He envisioned the sun beating down on him and Brandon as they toiled for weeks and months. All the while, Autumn grew frustrated with the lack of progress.

"If it's not too much trouble," he said to Phil.

Phil grinned and said, "No trouble for a good neighbor. Let's start on your list."

Ted stuck out his hand again and said, "Jesus. Thanks."

When the two of them made it back around and through the front door, Autumn came bounding through the room to her husband.

"You're not going to believe this!" she said. "Carla is an interior designer! She's going to have the whole place fixed up for us!"

Phil clapped Ted on the shoulder and chuckled.

"Well," Ted said. "That's not all."

***

The morning sun had burned the fog off of the lake by the time Phil's family returned to their own home. Phil's first stop after taking in the bags was in his office, where he called up one of his crews and detailed what they'd need to make his new neighbors at home. Next, it was the bedroom, where Carla had stripped off her boots and hat. As she unpacked, he put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"If I don't miss my guess, that teasing little slut of a daughter's probably got your son's prick ready to pop."

Carla giggled and pushed her husband's hand between her legs.

"He's not the only one," she said.

"Why don't you see to the young man's hard-on, while I have some Daddy time with the cocktease?"

Carla pushed his hand harder against her cunt and asked, "Only if we can watch when you get to the good part."

"Tonight?" Phil suggested. "You know how she gets without having Daddy's cock for a few days."

Carla whined and said, "But that's exactly what I wanna see."

Phil rubbed his wife's warm twat through her shorts.

"Tell you what," he whispered in her ear. "Let me give it to her nice and slow right now, and tonight we can play 'No, Daddy'. How does that sound?"

Carla gasped and nodded.

"That sounds amazing," she agreed.

Phil removed his hand, gave Carla's tits a squeeze, and patted her ass to send her on her way. They rounded the corner, paused at a closed door, and Carla slowly turned the handle. The well-oiled hinges opened silently, giving the couple a wonderful view of the less-than-familial activities happening on the other side.

Crystal sat astride her brother's face, smothering him with her cunt as she panted. Her round ass rocked back and forth, cupped in Dylan's hands, and the young man's stiff prick waved like a flagpole in the wind. Carla approached and put her lips around it, sealing her son's stalk in her mouth and swallowing his length to the balls.

Dylan jerked in surprise and groaned into his sister's cunt, making Crystal moan out loud. When she craned her head around to look, her glossy eyes settled on her father, and she quickly dismounted Dylan's face. Dazed and red-faced, Dylan looked down at the incredible sight of his mother's blonde head bobbing up and down his cock.

With a leap, Crystal bounded off the bed and rushed to her father, mashing her tits into his chest. Phil's big hands ran up her sides, one meaty fist gripping the back of her neck.

"You been cockteasing your big brother again, you little slut?" he growled.

"A little bit, Daddy," Crystal said, pouting.

"Daddy's gonna show you what little cockteasing sluts get for giving a man a hard dick. Come with me."

Crystal whined and said, "Yes, sir."

Phil shut the door behind them and guided his daughter back to his bedroom, where he pointed to the bed and said, "Sit."

Crystal sat, her tits heaving with excitement, and watched with anticipation as her father shut the door. He stood in front of his daughter and commanded, "Pull out Daddy's cock."

Her hands trembling, Crystal put them on his belt and undid the buckle. Looking up at him with wide eyes, she undid the catch on his shorts, the zipper, and pushed them down. Her hand caressed the thick bulge in his tight boxer briefs as she looked into his eyes.

"It's really hard, Daddy," she whispered.

"Take it out."

Crystal worked his briefs down and whimpered excitedly when his cock sprung out. Phil took it in his hand and rubbed the fat knob against his daughter's cheek. The smooth feel of her young skin against his cock never failed to make him harder. He ran his cock across her lips, parting them with his stroke, but holding it away from her.

"Did you let Dylan have your pussy?" he asked.

Crystal shook her head.

"You're telling Daddy the truth?"

He knew she was, but it was part of the game, the excitement, the build-up to the words he wanted to hear.

"Yes, Daddy. I wouldn't do that."

"Good girl," Phil whispered.

"But you took care of him? The way a little sister is supposed to?"

"Uh, huh," Crystal said and licked the head of his cock.

"Show me."

Crystal opened her mouth and looked up at him with her tongue out.

"That's my girl," Phil said and gently pushed the head of his prick along her tongue until it vanished into her open mouth.

Crystal closed her lips around his shaft while her father set his hand on her head and fed her half his length.

"Is your pussy all wet for Daddy?" he asked as he slid his prick back and forth between her lips.

"Mm, hm!"

After wetting his cock in his daughter's mouth for another minute, Phil pulled it out and pushed her back on the bed. Crystal slid back in a hurry, eager for what was coming next. Her quickness drew a grin from Phil. He really did love to see her desperate for Daddy's cock after a few days without it. The desperation, however, was not entirely one-sided.

He pushed her legs further apart and set himself between them, guiding his prick to Crystal's inviting treasure. He slid the head of his cock between her slick lips, coating it in her honey, toying with her a moment more to build her anticipation.

"When are you going to give this pussy to Dylan?" he asked.

Crystal put her hand around it and tugged it gently.

"When you say it's okay, Daddy."

Phil let his cockhead part her lips and pressed the sensitive tip inside her tight hole. Goddamn! Carla was a hot fuck, but something about watching his daughter's slick little cunt open up and take him in was on another level of erotic.

"When will that be?" he said, his voice gruff.

As he slowly pushed another bit of his thick length into her, Crystal gasped and said, "When you… when you knock me up!"

Phil growled, and his cock jerked at the response. That was it. That was what he wanted. Partly. He took a breath, set his hands on Crystal's legs, and gripped them as she shuddered at his continued entry into her depths.

"Did your brother ask to fuck this pussy?"

"Yeah, Daddy," Crystal whispered. "He wants to fuck me so bad."

Phil shook as Crystal arched her back, his entire length finally inside of her. He drew back a bit, slid forward, and built a slow rhythm, stuffing his daughter's cunt. It was mesmerizing, watching her big tits jiggle, and her tight little pussy squeezing his cock so hard with each in-thrust. Some days, he felt like he could watch it for hours. Today was not going to be one of those days. Today, it wasn't going to last long. He could already feel it.

Phil set his fist on the bed and put his free hand around her back, pulling his daughter into his chest. Her firm teenage melons, the nipples hard and hot, pressed into his flesh. His cunt-humping rhythm increased a pace, and Crystal gasped into his ear. Her fingers dug lightly into his back as she held onto him, gasping out her pleasure as her father buried his cock in her core.

"Why don't you let your brother have this pussy?" he whispered.

There was no holding it back. He needed the words, and the finale, the climax that the words would give them both.

Crystal humped her cunt against his increasingly erratic thrusts and said, "Cuz it's… it's your pussy, Daddy!"

Phil grunted and pulled her closer.

"It's your pussy!" Crystal hissed in his ear again. "Oh, Daddy! It's your pussy!"

The shared climax was as perfect as always.

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