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"Oooohhh, it feels great," said Judy. "Your cock is so stiff."

For a moment Kay felt as if she were the only sane person in the room, the only one not turned on by the incestuous scene. She was about to voice an angry protest, when she felt an aching stiffness in her breasts and looked down to see that her nipples were rigid with arousal. Her cunt was red-hot and creaming violently, too. Who are you trying to kid? she thought. You're just as horny as they are.

"Shit, I can't stay out of this," said Grant. "Come here, baby."

He shoved her down onto her back and scrambled between her legs. To her embarrassment, Kay found herself lying shoulder to shoulder with Judy. The astonished girl gawked down at her, then grinned. Kay attempted a feeble smile, but it was lost as she gave a loud gasp on feeling Grant's enormously thick penis pushing into her. As it snaked up her cunt, stuffing her almost breathless, Kay whimpered and rolled her eyes wildly. Grant began to hump her without mercy, but she didn't mind in the least. She was ready and eager for it.

"Oh, yes, darling, yes," she said, "get it all the way in me. I love it, Grant, I want it so badly, AAAHHH, GOD, YES!"

Judy smiled to herself. Mission accomplished, she thought happily. Uncle Grant and Aunt Kay were balling each other like it was the greatest thing in the world – and if they felt that way about each other, surely their marriage would last. Judy and Jimmy wouldn't lose their wonderful new home.

"Fuck her, Uncle Grant," Judy said mischievously, "fuck her really good."

Judy, assured that everything was working out fine, gave herself up to the pleasure of being fucked by her brother. Jimmy's wonderfully stiff little dick was working furiously in her now, and she could hear him panting, feel the sweat beading on his palms as he clutched her writhing hips. She knew she'd be cumming in just a few seconds, and the last thing she saw before dizzying orgasm swept over her was Aunt Kay's huge tits wobbling furiously under Uncle Grant's grinding, pounding attack.

Nobody heard the doorbell ring.

On the front porch Miss Ellen Brown, Los Angeles County social worker, impatiently tapped her foot. She could hear voices, she knew somebody was home, so why didn't they answer the door? She rang the bell for the third time, but nobody came. Miss Brown began to get annoyed. Well, this was supposed to be an unannounced visit, a surprise check to see how the adoption was going, so why not make it a real surprise? She opened the door and stepped into the living room.

At the age of twenty-nine, Miss Ellen Brown was not entirely without sexual experience. She had a steady boyfriend named Ralph whom she allowed to make love to her because it tended to stifle his conversation, and Ralph's conversation could get terribly dull, confined as it was to chemical formulas and lengthy accounts of his day at the test-tubes. Miss Brown did not particularly enjoy fucking Ralph, however, and had never reached any heights of passion in bed. Therefore she did not recognize the strange noises issuing from the open door of the master bedroom. The curious slurping and squishing, the grunts and sighs and squeals, were unintelligible to her, and the frantic groaning of bedsprings only suggested that a mugging might be taking place. Alarmed, Miss Brown hurried to the bedroom door and looked in.

What she saw was that nice young couple, Mr. and Mrs. Grant Thomas, engaging in a furious, howling copulation, while right beside them their newly adopted son and daughter were imitating their every move. Miss Brown came close to fainting, and she clutched the door for support. In her years as a social worker, she had seen a great many things, but this was totally unexpected. Never had she encountered a family whose idea of togetherness included teaching the kiddies to fuck.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were drowned out by a thunderous chorus of howls, yelps, and shrieks as the foursome on the bed contrived to climax simultaneously. Miss Brown watched in shock and horror as Grant Thomas' wildly squirting cock plunged and jerked in his wife's heavily creaming cunt, and as Judy wriggled blissfully beneath her brother, receiving his hot boy-cum in her nipping, convulsing little vagina.

"Oh, wow," said Judy, "what a great fuck."

Miss Brown clapped her hand to her mouth, stifling a wild cry of indignation. She must appear calm and dignified, as befitted her profession.

"Stop," she cried loudly. "Stop this sinful outrage at once!"

They all gawked at her, but only Kay understood what was happening. "Oh, my God," she said, overcome with horror. "Oh, dear God, no!"

"What's going on?" Grant said angrily. "Who is this woman?"

"Oh, Grant," said Kay, bursting into tears, "it's Miss Brown, the social worker. I completely forgot about it. She was to visit sometime this week unannounced, to see how the adoption is working out."

Grant, Jimmy, and Judy could fully share Kay's horror now. It looked as if everything was ruined, that their happy family would be broken up.

"That is correct, Mrs. Thomas," said Miss Brown. "I am the social worker assigned to your case, and I must say, this is going to be the shortest visit in my experience. I hardly need to see anything more. Never in my ten years on the job have I witnessed anything so disgusting and immoral. I'm going to call the office now and have someone sent out to take the children away. As for you and Mr. Thomas – well, the police will deal with you."

Miss Brown turned on the heels of her sensible brown shoes and headed for the telephone. She got only a few feet, however, when Jimmy stopped her with a flying tackle. To her astonishment, she found herself lying on her back with the indignant-looking red-haired boy sitting on her chest.

"Don't you dare touch that telephone," he said angrily. "We're not going anywhere. My sister and I want to stay here, and nobody's going to take us away, not even you, you skinny old bitch."

"How dare you," said Miss Brown. "Let me go. Get off me at once. I'll see that you go to reform school for this, young man. I'll…"

"Oh, shove it," said Jimmy. "Hey, Uncle Grant, what'll I do with her?"

"I'm thinking about that, Jimmy," said Grant. "Believe me, I'm thinking."

Grant had wandered into the living room and was looking thoughtfully at the red-faced, indignant Miss Brown. His enormously long pale cock waved lazily from its thick forest of pubic hair, and to her annoyance and chagrin, Miss Brown couldn't help staring at it. It seemed twice as long as Ralph's. She'd had no idea a cock could be that big.

Grant noticed where she was looking, and he suddenly got a devilish idea. It was risky, but in a spot like this, all he could do was gamble. Anything was better than losing the kids.

"Well, Miss Brown," he said, grinning amiably down at her, "I take it you don't like our ideas of child raising?"

Miss Brown glared at him. "I hope you didn't think I'd find that remark amusing, Mr. Thomas. I am far from amused. I am shocked and horrified. Do you have any idea of the harm you've done to these innocent children?"

"What a crock of shit," said Judy from the next room.

"Yeah, lady," said Jimmy, "you're fulla shit."

Miss Brown attempted to ignore this. "Tell this boy to release me," she said to Grant, "or you'll be in worse trouble than you already are. And believe me, sir, you're in trouble."

"Grant," said Kay worriedly, "maybe you'd better do what she says."

"Nope," said Grant. "I have a better idea." He was grinning broadly now as his plan formed in his mind. "Jimmy, help me get her into the bedroom."

CHAPTER TEN

As Grant and Jimmy carried the furious, struggling social worker into the bedroom, Judy began to giggle, but Kay regarded things more seriously. "Grant," she said, "what are you up to? Hadn't you better let her go?"

"No way," said Grant. "If I let her go, she'll only call the police. I'm going to try to change her mind."