My relationship with Andrea had progressed so well that she and her kids moved in with me. 

It was turning into such a fine family home that I rang Ian at work one Thursday in March and asked if I could meet him alone. We arranged to meet at a pub not far from his office. 

I arrived first and the pub was very quiet but warmed by a log burner. I was standing at the bar when Ian walked in, and I bought him a drink before we moved to a table and sat.

Ian didn’t waste any time. “So, Mark,” he said after taking a sip of his drink, “why did you want this meeting?”

“It’s nothing really… well, it is.” I grinned at him. “Ian, I want your permission to have Andrea’s hand in marriage.”

“When are you thinking of asking her?”

“I don’t really know but I thought I’d ask you first. Obviously, we will have to wait till May when the divorce is final.”

“Hmm… so why don’t you ask her at the family party in two weeks’ time?” 

I knew that party was being arranged to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of Sally and Richard’s daughter, Jesse, a clever girl who was studying to be a vet and living in college halls. 

“That could work out,” I said, “but isn’t it Jesse’s party?”

“Yes, but you know what it’s like when we have a family get-together.” It was Ian’s turn to grin. 

~~~~~

Over the next few days, I thought about Ian’s suggestion. It was ideal in that the whole family would be there but I didn’t want to detract from Jesse’s big day and party. Then again, I didn’t think Jesse would object.

The party was set for a Saturday and Andrea and I booked a long weekend off work, Friday through to Tuesday. On Thursday night, I said to Andrea, “Tomorrow we could pack a picnic, drop the kids at your mum’s, and go somewhere nice for the day, just the two of us.” 

“Ah,” she said, “that sounds good but I’ve already said I would help mum with the food and stuff for Jesse’s party.”

“Okay, no worries. But will that take all day?” 

“No, just the morning, hopefully.” 

“So we could still go somewhere in the afternoon if your mum has the kids for a couple of hours?” 

Andrea phoned her mother and then came back to me with a big smile on her face. “Mum says she’ll have them overnight. I could hardly believe it… you know what dad’s like about them staying.”

Friday afternoon when Andrea got home, I’d already packed the picnic and loaded it in the car. It was a lovely sunny spring day, and she quickly changed into a summer dress, and we drove to a stately home where, under a big oak tree, we spread the blanket and sat, the picnic hamper by my side. 

There were hardly any people around as I leaned back against the tree and Andrea rested against me. After a few minutes, I said, “I’ve got something to ask you, but first you must stand up.” 

She stood… and I got onto one knee, removing a ring box from the picnic basket. “Will you please marry me?” I said, quickly adding, “I’ve already asked your dad for permission. I know we’ll have to wait till the divorce is done…”

I stopped talking as I noticed Andrea was simply staring at me, no glimmer of a smile. Then she smirked, said “Yes,” and smiled broadly. 

We hugged and kissed then sat again. She leaned against me and turned her head so that she could look up into my face. Softly, she said, “I’m horny, sweetie and I’m not wearing knickers.”

I didn’t need any encouragement to put a hand up her dress and circled her clit with my fingers while we kissed. Soon, I entered a finger and she moaned into my mouth. We stopped kissing, looked into each other’s eyes, and Andrea said, “Quick, let’s get home.”

After closing the front door, I pushed Andrea against the wall. Both of us had wandering hands. As we kissed passionately, I pulled her away from the wall and panted, “Bend over and grab your ankles.” 

Flipping up her dress, I entered her pussy from behind and almost knocked her over with each powerful thrust. Andrea suggested moving to the bedroom where I continued to fuck her from behind, teasing her by pulling out and re-entering every once in a while.

She moaned loudly, shoved back to meet my thrusts, then blurted, “Yes, yes… fuck me, future hubby.”

That turned me on. Thinking about that and all the fun I’d have as a proper part of this mad family, I slapped Andrea’s naked ass, leaving a red handprint. 

“Oh, yes,” she screamed. “Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me.”

I couldn’t hold back for another second and I filled her there and then before we crumpled onto the bed in each other’s arms. 

~~~~~

We were woken by the ringing telephone at nine in the morning. Andrea answered it, and I heard her say, “Hello mum, I’ve got something to tell you. But I want to tell the kids first.” She listened for a while, then said, “Yes, I’ll bring a change of clothes for the kids. We’ll be over as soon as we can.”

In the shower, I again bent Andrea over for a quickie before we dressed and left for her parents' house. When we arrived, the kids ran to the car and I left her talking to them while I carried the overnight bags into the house. I kissed Rachel and shook Ian’s hand, also winking at him. 

Looking out of a window, I watched Andrea telling her kids that we would be getting married. They seemed happy when they came into the house and called me into the kitchen. There she told her parents the news, showing them the ring. 

We got stuck into helping set up the party and Rachel kept squeezing my bum as she walked past me, saying, “I look forward to having this married man soon.” 

We’d nearly finished setting up when Jesse, Sally and Richard turned up. Jesse immediately spotted the ring on Andrea’s finger and asked, “When did that happen?” 

I was cleaning around the hot tub when I felt an arm wrap around me and heard a young female voice say, “Congratulations.” Before I could look round, the same voice whispered in my ear, “I know about the family secret and want some myself. In fact, I want you to take my virginity tonight now that you’re going to be my uncle.”

I finally managed to turn and Jesse passionately kissed me on the lips. “Oh, happy eighteenth,” I said and looked at her sexy ass as she walked away. In a low voice, I told her, “I’ll think about the other thing.” 

Later, guests started arriving and very soon people were all over the place — in the house, garden, pool, and hot tub. It was a good party and but, by the time only the family were left, Andrea told her two kids it was bedtime. Jesse’s brother Sam also went to bed. I didn’t realise he was only fourteen; he looked much older. 

Jess then announced that she’d known about the family secret for six months and had been looking forward to this day so that she could join in. Sally was surprised that Jesse hadn’t lost her virginity when she turned sixteen at college. 

I was in my trunks so decided to swim a couple of lengths in the pool. As I got into the water, Andrea said, “As we’re all in our swimwear, why don’t we play our family favourite game?”

“What’s that?” asked Jesse.

“A race. Four lengths of the pool, and the loser has to strip. The winner stays in to race the next person.”

“Okay,” Jesse said, “I’ll race Mark.”

“Good luck,” Ian said and chuckled.

“Because it’s your birthday,” I said, “I will give you a head start. So, Jesse, off you go.”

Jesse was swimming breaststroke and when she reached nearly half a length, I pushed off in pursuit, swimming front crawl. I passed her on the second length and so Jesse got out of the pool in her bikini. 

“You don’t have to strip, lovely, if you don’t want to,” said Richard. 

She looked at him then removed her top, revealing lovely breasts. Next, facing away from everyone, off came the bikini bottoms and when she turned around, I saw a neatly-trimmed landing strip. I felt myself blush.

Then Andrea and her mum got in together and Rachel said the two losers had to strip. I watched Jesse get in the hot tub and somehow Rachel won the race, leaving me and Andrea to strip. 

When I got out of the pool, Jess shouted, “Wait a minute,” then rushed over to pull down my trunks. I was semi-stiff and she surprised everyone by dropping to her knees and starting to blow me. 

That put an end to the racing and more emphasis on the taboo that was to follow. Ian had Sally bent over the hot tub; Richard had Andrea on her back on a lounger and was eating her pussy; Rachel was out of the pool, stripped, and masturbating. 

Jesse stopped sucking my cock, stood, grasped my hand and led me to the summer house. She lay back on a sofa and spread her legs. “You’d better make me moist, Mark before you enter me.”

I got on my knees knowing that nobody had been here before. I felt my cock harden. God, she did taste good, and soon she was moaning and squirming. “Don’t stop, Mark… please, please, carry on.”

I knew I could tongue her to orgasm and so I continued, licking and lapping and sucking. Shit, she was loud when she came with loads of juice.

I stood and gradually eased the head of my cock into her virgin pussy. Not wanting to hurt her, I took my time. When I’d got my full length in her, I stopped to let her get used to it before I started moving, picking up a nice steady pace.

Sally came into the summer house but didn’t speak. She sat on one of the chairs and played with herself while watching us. After a few minutes, she said, “Come on, Mark give it to her.”

I increased speed but only slightly as I didn’t want to hurt her. Suddenly, she’s screaming — but in pleasure, loads of Jesse’s juice coating my cock as she orgasms for the second time. I was now close to coming and I looked at Sally as I started to withdraw. “No, fill her Mark,” she said. “Don’t pull out, give it to her. We can get her the morning pill.” 

So, I pumped into Jesse, flooding her pussy. When I eventually withdrew, Sally took my cock in her mouth to savour the taste of Jesse and me before they cuddled and fell asleep.

By that time, everyone else had finished having fun and gone to their bedrooms.