Summer in Northern England tends to be a bit of a hit and miss affair. It is either blazing hot or pouring with rain, which is why the sensible people book foreign holidays to places with more predictable climates. This is how I ended up visiting the home of my sister in law and, inadvertently became a member of an active paedophile ring.

Being a sensible person, my sister in law, Susan had booked a family holiday in Greece for her, husband Will and their two sons, Matthew and Robert. At 38, Susan was just beginning to lose the trim physique that she had maintained since her teens. A size twelve figure was complemented by a round, firm arse and tiny 32a tits. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut in a layered bob that framed her pretty face, the pale white skin contrasting with her hair colour. The red hair was carried over to her youngest son, Robert. At age 8 he had bright ginger hair and freckles and was an avid football fan just like his elder brother Matthew. Sporting blonde spikey hair, at age 11 he already had the good looks that would make sure that he wouldn't be short of attention from the ladies when he was older. At 37, Will was a bit of a wimpy husband, but was a good father and always provided for his family.

The day before they jetted off on holiday I took a phone call from Susan. It wasn't anything special, just would I be so kind as to pop in every day and feed the cats. Living less than five minutes drive away, this wouldn't be a problem and it would give me unfettered access to Susan's knicker drawer. You see, for many years I had wanked myself silly to Susan. Her pale skin, strawberry blonde hair and tiny tits drove me wild. My wife, Susan's sister shared the same tiny tits and pale skin, but unlike her sister, Helen sported light brown hair. Not that this was a problem, but there was something special about red hair and pale skin that never failed to make my cock hard.

My plan wasn't anything sophisticated. I would go and feed the cat, but I would also raid her knicker drawer and have a good old delve into their home computer to see if I could locate any shots of Susan in her underwear or bikini. As she was so prim and proper and, If I'm honest a little boring, I didn't hold out much hope. So came the fateful day. Leaving Helen at home I jumped in the car and on the pretext of wanting to do some shopping, told my wife I would be out for a couple of hours. This would give me more than enough time to do what I wanted. Five minutes later I was rolling up outside Susan's modest, but tidy semi detached house. Parking my car on the drive I let myself in and entered the house. Being a good housewife, Susan had tidied the house before going on holiday, so everything was spick and span.

Flicking on the computer, I went into the kitchen and made myself a drink. I checked the PC screen and saw that windows was loading, if a little slowly, so I decided to head upstairs. First stop was the bathroom. The linen basket was empty, so no chance of a sniff of Susan's dirty knickers. Heading into the master bedroom I checked the bedside drawers, finding the usual clutter that people keep by their beds. A quick look in the knicker drawer revealed pairs and pairs of tidy white knickers and bras. Not a hint of the Lacey hold ups or sexy lingerie I was expecting. Disappointed, I headed back to the computer.Drawing the blind so I wouldn't be disturbed, I commenced my interrogation of Susan's computer.

The usual family pictures were all present, but nothing was jumping out at me. No bikini shots, no nudes, no nothing. It was at that point that fate took over. As I went to take a sip of my drink, that bloody cat of theirs jumped up at me. Startled, I dropped my cup onto the floor, shattering it. Thankfully, I had nearly finished my drink, but pieces of white porcelain went every where. I dropped to my knees and started to mop up the spilled drink with a towel i grabbed off the radiator. Gathering together the broken cup, I fished under the computer desk for a piece and this is when i saw it. Taped to the underneath of the desk top with black gaffer tape, was a silver USB stick. Could this be the mother load I was searching for? I forgot the cup and un-taped the stick, before entering it into a USB slot.

Navigating to the stick, I opened it up and found folder after folder of pictures. Each was given a date rather than a name and some had the letter K after them. I opened the first folder and nearly came on the spot. Staring back at me was Susan, dressed only in black stockings and black high heels. Reclining on their bed, she held her legs wide open and spread her shaven cunt. Fuck me! Shaven and posing like this? Clearly she wasn't the prim and proper boring woman i thought she was! The next shots showed her shaven cunt in close up detail. Not a hair remained on her twat and even the crack of her arse, leading to her puckered and light pink arse-hole was free of hair. Every ridge and fold of her twat was visible and the actually cunt hole itself yawned back at me like the mouth of a cavern. Susan's whole cunt glistened with juice and a clear, defined dribble of clear liquid ran from her spread hole and down to her anus. There were only five pictures in this folder, but they were more than enough to get my cock hard. I closed the folder and moved to the next one, noting that although the date title was the same, this second folder now had the letter K attached to it.

Now, I've never considered myself to be unfit and I've never had any heart problems, but on opening the next folder I became short of breath and my heart nearly stopped. Staring back at me from the bed was Susan, dressed in the same black stockings and high heels. The part that gave my heart cause for concern was that her sons, Matthew and Robert were on the bed with her. The boys reclined either side of their mother, dressed only in football socks and footy shirts. Both boys were naked from the waist down and sported erections. I nearly torn a muscle in my wrist, such was the speed that I undid my jeans and pulled out my rock hard cock. The next picture in the series showed the boys kneeling either side of Susan's face, their hairless erections pointed at her cheeks as Susan smiled and spread her soaking wet twat for the camera. I took in the detail of the picture. Matthew's erection was long and thin, with a foreskin that was partially retracted past his bright red bell end. Robert's was shorter and fatter and his foreskin was fully retracted, revealing a bright purple helmet.

The following picture had me making a conscious effort not to shoot my load. I let out an audible "Fuck me!", despite being alone. A close up of Susan's pretty face, her eyes looking directly into the lens, her fingers held the erections of her two young sons against her outstretched tongue, her saliva lubricating their straining helmets. The next four pictures kept the close in view as Susan sucked first Matthew, then Robert and then both together. The final three pictures showed Susan squatting on the floor next to the bed, as the boys stood either side of her. Smiling into the camera, she held her son's boners to her face with a look on her face that I could only describe as utter filth. My cock was now aching as I frantically wanked to the pictures on the screen.

Moving to the next folder, I saw that Susan was posing in her own living room, dressed in tan coloured hold up stockings, tan coloured peep toe high heels and nothing else. A glass of wine in hand, she stood with one leg raised on the sofa, showing off her cunt. Checking the file name, I realised that the letter K was missing, so after flicking through the dozen or so pictures that showed Susan on all fours, reclined spreading her twat and, mysteriously standing on a clear polythene sheet, I moved to the folder from the same date, but marked with a K. The polythene sheet was down for a reason. Squatting on the living room floor, Susan looked into the lens as Matthew and Robert aimed their hairless cocks at her tiny tits and pissed all on their mother. I HAD to stop wanking. The urge to cum was great, but I knew, I just knew that there was even more to come from this USB stick. Taking my hands off my cock, I continued through the series of pictures.

Not content with aiming their urine at their mothers tits the boys, again dressed only in football shirts and socks, jetted their piss onto Susan's face, her hair and in the final three pictures, her spread open cunt. My filthy sister in law lay back in a puddle of her own son's piss and placed her hands under her stocking clad thighs, spreading her shaven cunt from either side. The boys, now only visible from the waist down aimed their piss into the open twat from where they had once emerged. I was in shock. My heart raced, sweat poured from my brow and, most importantly my cock stood more rigid than it ever previously had done. When I had left home this morning, I had expected to find a couple of bikini shots of Susan and have a sly wank in her dirty knickers. Now, here I was sat literally feet away from where Susan, my outwardly prim and proper sister in law was engaging in paedophilic activity of the most extreme kind with her own two sons.

I just HAD to cum to these pictures. I moved on, selecting the next folder in date order. Opening it, I felt a wave of confusion and panic sweep over me. Looking back at me from the pc screen, smiles on their faces were Susan and Helen. My own wife. My own fucking wife, Susan's sister. Both were dressed in black stockings, black suspender belts and black patent high heels. Helen's cunt was trimmed and Susan's was sporting a light covering of red hair. I noted that the date between these pictures and the piss mop ones was three weeks. Standing side by side, hip to hip, Susan and Helen draped their arms around each other's shoulders. Their right and left nipples, firm pink and inviting, touched together. I was slightly disappointed to see that there were only four pictures in this folder and quickly moved through them. Next in the series, Susan and Helen squatted down next to each other, legs open, cunts spreading slightly. The subsequent pictures showed the sisters on all fours, looking back at each other and the final one showed them stood, facing away from the camera and looking over their shoulders, hands on each others arses.

Just as I was about to close the picture, I noticed something. In the bottom right hand corner was a woman's foot, clad in a sequinned flat pump. The foot and part of the ankle was visible. Someone else was present and observing my wife and her sister posing naked together. I closed the folder and with a sharp intake of breath, noticed the next folder carried same date and bore the letter K. My mind raced. K? K for kids? It had to be. But, fuck! My own wife? Surely not? Surely fucking not? I opened the folder and the world appeared to stop for a split second. My ears buzzed and I could feel the blood race in my temples. It was only then that I realised that I was cumming all over my right hand and jeans. The picture on the screen was taken in the very room that I was sat in. Squatting down on the floor were Susan and Helen. Between them was the four year old daughter of my wife's friend Rachel. Her daughter, Ella was dressed in a fairy outfit and was holding up a magic wand as she smiled nervously at the camera. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and a plastic tiara was perched on her head. Helen was smiling at Ella as her right hand disappeared up her frilly pink tutu. Susan had her hand around the back of Ella and was looking up, past her at Rachel. Rachel, a tall, slim 35 year old with dyed blonde hair and glasses stood, bending down to speak to Susan and was naked from the waist up. Below the waist she wore blue jeans and the black sequinned pumps that I had seen. Her tits, much larger than they looked when I had seen her on social occasions, hung down towards my wife's face.