The box

We gathered again around the box, unashamedly naked and, for the moment at least, sexually satisfied. James and I had become a bit more used to seeing the huge, firm tits and "fuck me now" arses that now adorned the female side of our family and our dicks hung limply between our legs. That said, I still couldn't help but sneak the occasional glance at the lude forms around me or mull over our recent escapades, and every time I did so I felt my massive member twitch and my balls churning as they busily produced my next gargantuan load of spunk.

We stood around the box, at a corner each, all eager to explore the contents but politely waiting for some sort of cue to get started.

"James, why don't you do the honours?" I suggested.

"Ok, Dad," beamed my son. "Here goes." He folded back the large cardboard flaps then reached for the sheet of card on top that was hiding the rest of the contents. He pulled it up slightly and allowed himself a sneaky look inside before removing the sheet so we could all see, commenting "Nice choice of packing materials!" as he did so.

Sure enough, packed around the other contents were hundreds of condoms in their colourful square packets, and numerous small bags of the infamous blue and pink pills.

We each started digging out the contents, occasionally stopping to show the others what we had found, to marvel at what the others were discovering, or to hand over items that were labelled to one of us personally.

The first thing I pulled out was a huge double dildo. Lucy came up with some copies of the club magazine - the latest issue and several back editions. I flicked through one - there were some pretty interesting looking articles from all across the world. Some reported on how The Club was wielding its influence on multinational corporations and world leaders; others were features on the exploits of club members - and exploit was often the right word, detailing steamy accounts of seduction and manipulation through use of the magic pills and limitless resources. These were fully illustrated of course.

James pulled a butt-plug out of the box and held it aloft.

"What's that?" asked Lucy.

"It's a butt-plug. You shove it up your arse, it's supposed to feel good during sex," explained James, matter-of-factly. "We'll have to try it out later, hey, sis," he added cheekily.

Lucy somehow raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes at the same time in reply, and bent down to dig further into the box, her giant boobs hindering her efforts somewhat.

Kirsty produced a pile of DVDs. Most were pretty explicit in nature, with pictures of huge-dicked studs ravishing massive-titted babes in all sorts of locations, positions and scenarios. Kirsty and I recognised a few places in and around the hotel we had stayed in, and even one or two familiar faces.

"Look, this is where we stayed!" she said excitedly and handed the DVD to Lucy. James looked over her shoulder.

"Wow, would you look at the tits on that!" exclaimed James. "Can we watch it?"

"Let's finish unpacking the box first," I suggested, pulling out an inflatable sex doll. James opened the DVD cover and looked inside.

Lucy managed to find some lacy lingerie and decided to try it on. The bra was massive, big enough to fit her huge boobs snugly while revealing a shocking amount of cleavage. The panties involved a lot less fabric - just enough at the rear to ride up her crack and push her pert buttocks apart, the lacy front doing little to hide her juicy pussy.

Kirsty found a mankini and handed it to me.

"I think this is for you," she commented with a giggle. "Oh, Lucy, darling, you look so sexy.

"Woah, look what I've found!" shouted James, excitedly. He was still looking at the DVD. He showed us the picture he had discovered: Kirsty and me fucking like rabbits in our hotel room.