Morning After, Part 1

A/N This begins the new chapters for the story!

Zack woke up, his eyes blinking rapidly to get rid of the sleepiness. It took a second for Zack to remember why he wasn’t in a bed. Instead, Zack was on a couch, with his head resting between Paris’ large pillows, and her arms loosely around his neck, with her hands resting on his chest.

Taylor was dozing peacefully in Zack’s arms, her hair tickling his chin.

Zack definitely was enjoying this position, but it was also decently incriminating, and he didn’t want any incestuous secrets to be revealed. Already since arriving he’s had sex with his mother, sister, and cousin. And that’s only the girls he’s related to!

Zack carefully eased out of the pile. Paris was a heavy sleeper, and Taylor wasn’t any better. He gently laid Taylor down in the space where he’d been laying, resting in the valley of Paris’ breasts. Without any prompt from Zack, Paris instinctively slipped her arms around Taylor, which pushed up Taylor’s smaller breasts.

Zack leaned down and planted a kiss on Paris’ lips, and then Taylor’s, before straightening up and looking around furtively.

Ashley and Hannah were both passed out, Ashley sleeping on Hannah’s chest. They were in an intimate embrace, and Zack was glad to see the sisters getting along, even if they were asleep.

Kurt was mysteriously missing, but Peter and Jared were both sleeping with their heads on Sharon’s shoulders, and even in sleep, she looked triumphant. Victoria was passed out in a nearby armchair.

Logan was by himself up in the far corner of the theater, sleeping soundly.

Zack quietly left the theater, and headed into the kitchen, seeking out coffee.

He found Charlotte McRose sitting out on the porch, already sipping from a coffee. He grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out to join her.

“Zack.” she greeted him with a smile.

“Hey, Mrs. McRose.” Zack replied, settling down in the chair beside Charlotte’s.

“How was your night with the other teens?” Charlotte asked.

“It was a lot of fun.” Zack said truthfully.

“Good! It was a very peaceful night for us adults with you all in the theater.” Charlotte said playfully. Zack chuckled.

“I’m sure my mom enjoyed the peace and quiet.” Zack said wryly.

“Your mom spent her night in a hot tub with Sarah, Robert, and Sophia.” Charlotte revealed. Zack’s eyebrows raised.

“Really? I figured she’d be in her room or something.” Zack said.

“Nope.” Charlotte chuckled.

———

In the very early hours of the morning, Heather was awoken in the theater by Robert. Extremely early in the morning. She didn’t think he had slept any, and the teens around her had barely fallen asleep.

“Daddy?” Heather asked, softly and in confusion. Robert lifted her in his arms and carried her from the theater. She didn’t remember much of the walk to his bedroom, as she leaned her head against his chest and fell back asleep.

She was awoken by her father’s lips on hers, and her pretty blue eyes fluttered open. Robert drew back from the kiss and his hands found Heather’s tits through her top and started massaging them, which woke Heather up quickly.

“What’s going on?” Heather asked.

Robert rose up onto his knees and pulled down his boxers to reveal his rock hard cock.

“I had a very interesting night, and you are the one woman in this cabin who I can use to relieve my stress.” Robert explained.

“You can fuck me all you want, Daddy, if you tell me what got you so hot and bothered.” Heather smirked, and slid closer to her father and gently rubbing his throbbing length while he began to speak.

“I spent several hours in a hot tub with Sarah, Monica, and your aunt Sophia.” Robert groaned. Each woman’s name caused a throb, even his sister’s.

Heather made a sympathetic sound.

“They were all so fucking hot in their small little bikinis.” Robert groaned, and one of his hands slid up Heather’s shirt to close around one of her round large breasts.

Heather’s pleasured gasps occasionally sounded as Robert groped her while she rubbed his cock.

“Monica Bishop, she’s the one I’m this hard over.” Robert confessed, and Heather’s only response was to jerk her father’s cock with more gusto.

“What’d she do?” Heather panted.

“Her fucking bikini top fell off. She was the least busty woman there, but damn it if her tits didn’t get me rock hard. Then the slut didn’t even put it back on!” Robert growled, “Made me think of all the times back in the day when I pounded her. Haven’t done that since before you were born, baby. Fuck, I miss her pussy.”

Heather was aroused as hell, now, too.

“Did you and her do anything tonight?” Heather asked eagerly.

Robert looked at Heather, and he cupped her cheek to kiss her hard.

“I fucking wish.” Robert groaned.

Heather took her hand off her daddy’s cock and pulled off her shirt. Her shorts and panties quickly joined the discarded clothes.

“You may not have Monica’s body to destroy, but you always have mine, Daddy.” Heather panted raggedly.

Robert’s eyes met hers, and Heather found herself grabbed by the hips and then slammed hard by his cock.

Heather’s screams filled the room almost instantly. Robert was well-known for his impressive appendage, and it was currently ploughing his daughter’s tight, young, fertile pussy.

Heather was in utter ecstasy from the jump, and her loud shrieks and screams and moans really did fill the room. Thank God the master bedroom is fully sound proof. Heather’s big tits slapping together with each brutal thrust drew Robert’s lustful eyes, and she could have sworn that when he met her eyes, his tempo increased.

Heather writhed and shook with each thrust, and she had to lock her legs tightly around her father’s waist to avoid falling off his cock.

Her hands clawed desperately at the sheets, trying to grab something to hold onto, but she was being pounded so hard that she was bouncing too much to get or keep a grip.

With a roar befitting a lion, Robert’s cum rocketed out inside her pussy. He stopped for a moment, and the only audible sound was the heavy, exhausted breathing of both Ravers family members present.

Then, Robert picked back up his pounding of her, and Heather’s cries reached new levels of loud.

———

At around nine, Brooke Lakefield began making her way up the stairs to her ex-husband’s bedroom. Usually he was awake by now, but he had yet to show his face, which had left Sarah with breakfast duty. Zack had volunteered to help, and so the two of them were in the kitchen currently, but Robert’s absence was still befuddling.

Brooke opened the door to the master bedroom and the potent smell of sex hit her nostrils like a freight train. Her mouth fell open at the sight of the bed.

Robert Ravers lay on his back, hard cock sticking up to the sky. Brooke’s memories of Robert fucking her years ago bubbled closer to the surface, but it wasn’t those memories that had left her in shock.

Heather Ravers, Robert’s daughter, was kissing and licking Robert’s cock, and she had very obviously been fucked all night long, with cum-covered tits, disheveled hair, and a sheen of sweat still visible. Not to mention the fact she was entirely naked. Heather’s electric blue eyes, identical to Robert’s, widened to the size of quarters.

“M-Mom?” Heather asked in complete shock. Robert lifted his head.

“Oh, fuck.” he groaned, and let his head fall back down onto the bed.