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                            JACK PACK
                      by Russell Hoisington

                          Seven of Nine
                      Helping Megan Catch Up

     Jack heard the television playing in the den and turned
toward it.  He'd left Megan in the sauna, lying on one bench with
her feet on a higher one, trying to keep his semen in her as long
as possible.  He had intended to turn the temperature control
down, but it was set on ninety degrees, half of the reading he
had set, and that worried him.  He had showered in the bath
house, changed into loose poplin shorts and an Atlanta Falcons
tee shirt, and slipped on his shower shoes before going into the
main house to find Cyndi.  The sound of the television in the den
filled him with sudden guilt.

     Cyndi was lying on the couch, propped up by a large pillow
and with her towel under her wet hair, watching MTV.  Her right
leg was bent and resting against the couch back.  Her left was
also bent but twisted to lie flat, leaving her sweet little pussy
exposed.  She wasn't masturbating but had one arm across her
chest just below the swell of her nubile breasts and the other
above her head, across the pillow.  He felt the swell of love for
her push his guilt forward in his mind.  When she saw him she
rolled onto her side and automatically thrust her love box toward
him, but she also gave him a stern look.

     "Well," she said, looking him up and down as he approached
and then fixing her gaze on his shorts when he stopped beside
her.  She lightly squeezed his dormant dick between fingers and
thumb, then replaced her arm.  "Mister Woody certainly appears to
be relaxed."

     <Aw, fuck.>  "Cyndi, I -- uh, I mean...."

     "How'd May like the finger in her butt?  I don't think she's
had THAT done before."  Her eyes squinted as her dimples
appeared.  "I hope she's figured out what she's been missing."

     Jack was both relieved and confused.  "You -- how did you --
I mean...."

     Her upper hand rose and aimed a finger at her sweet young
twat.  "Eat me?  Please?  I REALLY need it, Daddy."

     Realizing that she wasn't upset, Jack was only too happy to
oblige.  He bent forward and lowered his lips to her
sweet-smelling mound.

     "The worst part about sharing is waiting for your turn," she
sighed, and then she gasped as he planted kisses on her thighs to
either side of her love nest.  He followed those with one on each
of her engorged lips, one on the opening of her cunt, and finally
one of her clit.  He stroked his hands along her inner thighs and
slid his tongue into her slit, sliding it from her clit to her
hole, where he tongue-fucked her briefly.

     When he resumed his attack on her clit, she arched her back,
grabbed him by the hair, and came.  That was followed a few
seconds later by another orgasm.  She patted his head and gasped,
"Okay," before giving that odd little laugh of satisfaction.

     He moved his mouth to hers, and she greedily sucked and
licked her juices from his face.  They both started to speak, but
were interrupted.

     "Well, that really answers a lot of questions."

     They turned their heads to the door, where a towel-wrapped
Megan leaned against the door frame, grinning with surprise and
anticipation.  "Just how long have you two been doing each
other?"

     Cyndi's smile shifted into a smirk.  "Doing each other HOW,
May?"

     "Well, since your bush has started growing, he must be
shooting his stuff into you."  She straightened and moved slowly
toward the recliner.  Jack watched her and realized that she
wasn't walking; she was prowling, a cat stalking her prey.

     "Ohhhh," said Cyndi, nodding with exaggerated understanding.
"You mean how long have we been FUCKING.  Since my tenth
birthday."

     Megan looked more disappointed than stunned.  "Two years and
you've got only three hairs to show for it?"  She dropped onto
the front edge of the recliner, shoulders slumped.  "I'll still
be bald when I'm thirty," she moaned.  "Uncle Jack, I've really
gotta do some catching up!"

     Cyndi waggled a finger at her while Jack turned and took a
seat by Cyndi's waist.  As he gently cupped one of her small
breasts with his big hand, Cyndi said, "Now, you wait just one
minute, young lady."  It was an almost perfect imitation of
Felicity's voice and manner.  "You've just had the best cob in
Cobb County, but if you expect me to share any more with you,
you've got to be appropriately appreciative."

     Megan pressed her palms together, fingers interlocked, and
thrust her arms forward.  "I'll give you my autographed picture
of Distant Odyssey," she begged

     Cyndi dismissed her with a wave of her hand.  "Nope.  It
says  To Megan,' not  To Cyndi.'"

     "Wait a minute," said Jack.  "You're already trading away
the birthday present I got you?"

     "Only for something better," she said.  Then she batted her
eyelashes and cooed,  "And the only thing really better than that
is you, Uncle Jack."

     Jack shrugged.  "Oh.  Well, uh...."

     "I'll share Daddy on one condition:  I get my turns, too."

     Megan brightened.  "Sure!  Even if you do have a two-year
head start with sex on me."

     "Uh...," Jack began.

     "Actually," said Cyndi, "Daddy and I have been fooling
around since I was four."

     "FOUR!?  And you never TOLD me?"

     "Well, actually, it was before that, honey," Jack admitted.
"You were maybe two weeks old when I first masturbated you."

     Cyndi gaped at him in surprise.  "Yeah?  Cool!  No wonder my
clitty's hypersensitized."

     Megan frowned and looked from one to the other.  Before she
could ask what that meant, Jack continued.

     "And it was your six months birthday when I first kissed
your pussy and put some of my wad in it and then fed you most of
the rest of it."

     Cyndi looked at him with bright, wide eyes.  He'd never told
her this despite all the many other things they had discussed.
"Yeah?  Cool!  No wonder I've always liked the taste of cum."

     Megan groaned slightly.  "I didn't think to taste it when I
had the chance.  I've never tasted it before."

     "Well," Jack said somewhat sheepishly, "you have, actually.
You had the rest that she didn't get.  You see, Cyndi's been
sharing since then.  And you liked the taste even better than she
did."

     "Huh?  Really?  I did?  How?"

     Jack related the story, watching Megan's face alternate
between wide eyes and wide grins.  By the end he was sporting a
boner that Cyndi was slowly massaging through his shorts.

     "Daddy, I do think you need some help with Mister Woody,"
Cyndi sighed, testing its firmness with gentle squeezes.  She
looked to Megan and sighed again.  "A daughter's work is never
done."

     Megan licked her lips and sat straighter in the chair.
"Well, maybe what you really need is some cousin or other to help
you."

     "Sorry," Cyndi said, cutting off Jack's agreement.  "Daddy
likes his women naked.  You're way too overdressed."

     Megan's stared at her towel as if she had just discovered
she'd grown a third breast.  She abruptly rose and unfastened it,
dropping it on the arm of the recliner.  "How's that?" she asked,
twisting her body to give Jack a good show of all her tender
young charms.

     "Fine, but now DADDY'S overdressed.  Men!  You wanna help me
undress him?  He's just not big enough to take care of himself."

     "He was plenty damned big in the sauna," Megan observed,
tugging off Jack's tee shirt while Cyndi unfastened his shorts.

     "Even if he's not as big as Uncle Steve?" Cyndi asked,
struggling with his balky zipper.

     "I don't think I could get Daddy in me," Megan sighed,
"though I'd really love to give it a bit of a try."

     Cyndi glanced up at her cousin and briefly smiled with one
corner of her mouth before returning to her task.  Jack had Megan
relate her story of seeing Steve's erection as he tickled her
nipples and massaged her clit.  When she finished, Cyndi was
still struggling.

     "My god, will you hurry up with that, June?  I'm going to
die of terminal hornies."

     Jack, who had been squeezing Megan's smooth, firms breasts,
finally realized Cyndi was having troubles and opened the zipper
for her.  He rose on his hands, lifting his butt from the couch
so the girls could finish undressing him.

     While Megan was pulling his shorts down his calves and off
his feet, Cyndi wrapped a warm hand around his throbbing cock and
said, "then you'll just have to die.  You've had some of this
since my last time."

     "Girls!  I think there's enough of me for both of you.  Why
don't we go upstairs to our bed where we'll have more room --
ohmigawd."  Cyndi had engulfed his cock head in her mouth and was
swirling her tongue around it.  Six months earlier her mouth had
been too small for her to do that.  Back in the right rear corner
of his mind, the engineer that never sleeps told Jack that soon
his cock would be too small for his growing daughter.  <Aw, fuck.
I don't need to worry about that now.>

     Megan stared hungrily at the cock in her cousin's mouth.
" Our' meaning yours and Cyndi's or meaning all three of us's?"

     Jack stroked a finger along his young niece's large clitoris
and slid it into her juicy hot twat in one smooth motion, causing
her to gasp.  "All three of us, if that's what you want while
you're here."  She nodded while he vibrated the neck of her
uterus for a few seconds and then withdrew his finger, much to
Megan's disappointment.  "Now you," he said to his daughter,
"spit that dick out and get upstairs."

     In a heartbeat she was racing across the room, yelling,
"First one upstairs gets to cum first!"  Megan immediately tore
after her.  As they reached the bottom of the stairs Jack cried,
"I win!"

     "DADDYYYY!"

     "Uncle JAAAACK!"

     He paused to grab his things and Megan's towel before
following them upstairs.

     He found them on hands and knees on the foot of the bed,
looking at him over their smooth, tight asses which were pointed
toward the door.  Their lower lips were engorged with desire, and
their slits gleamed wetly with their juices.  Jack didn't know
what he'd done right in a former life to deserve this, but he
hoped he was doing it again in this one.  <Life is good.>

     "Damn," he said.  "I don't know where to start."

     Cyndi shifted to THAT tone.  "You can start anywhere you
like after you fuck ME."

     With his hard on leading the way to the foot of the bed,
Jack remarked, "I do believe that would qualify as starting."  He
stopped behind Cyndi and ran his a palm over each of the
beautiful, smooth, firm asses, letting the engineer who never
sleeps compare firmness, texture, and smoothness while the dirty
old man just enjoyed the experience.

     Both girls sighed.  Cyndi turned her head to her cousin, her
eyebrows approaching in a growing frown.  "May, did you douche?"

     Megan, head back and enjoying the caress, slowly realized
she had been addressed.  "What?"

     By that time Cyndi had shifted her weight to her left hand.
Her right was reaching around Megan's left butt cheek.  Megan
jumped when Cyndi's finger slid through her slit, but neither she
nor the equally surprised Jack said anything.  Cyndi sucked the
wetness from her finger.  "I thought so.  Daddy like his cunnies
clean.  Use the bidet in this bathroom.  Hurry!"

     Megan blinked at Cyndi, Jack, and then Cyndi again.  "Well,
okay, but don't start without me."  She bounced off the bed and
scuttled into the bathroom.

     Jack followed her bouncing ass cheeks with his eyes, turning
them back to Cyndi when his niece had disappeared.  He found
Cyndi staring at him with a stern expression.  "Daddy, you
haven't admitted I was right, you know."

     The confused look on Jack's face was real.  "About what?" he
asked while massaging his daughter's sweet young ass with both
hands.

     Her face shifted into a dimpled mask of self-satisfaction.
"You did want to play with May's boobs."

     Jack laughed and bent to kiss each of the tanned globes
under his hands.  "Yes, I did."

     "And you wanted to bury Mister Woody in her, didn't you."

     "Yes, that too," he said.  "And somehow I get the feeling
that I have you to thank for the opportunity."

     "Me?" she asked innocently.  "I don't control Megan's
pussy."  She shifted smoothly from innocent to pitiful and
wiggled her butt.  "Just this one, and it needs Mister Woody
really bad."

     Jack bent forward to allow one hand to roam up to the firm,
sexy mound of a young titty and the hard nub of its erect nipple.
"We promised Megan we'd wait for her."

     "I'm back," she said from directly behind Jack.  He hadn't
heard her bare feet on the soft carpet.  She wrapped her arms
around him and slid her breasts up and down his back.  "I wanna
watch you put it in her.  It's not really fair that boys' wieners
are where they can watch but girls' cunnies aren't."

     "But we get multiple orgasms, May.  Daddy, will you PLEASE
put it in now?"

     Jack had Megan move to his right for a clear view, briefly
tongue-wrestled with her, and then put the tip of his erection to
the dripping entrance of his daughter's love tunnel.  He slid the
head into her, then pulled it half-way back out.  He slowly
humped his daughter, going a little deeper in her tight little
twat with each stroke.  Cyndi slowly exhaled in a staccato moan
in time with his thrusting.

     "Cool!" said Megan, eyes wide.  "I like the way her cunny
holds on to it during the out stroke, like it doesn't want to let
it escape.  She glanced up at Jack and smiled, then returned to
staring at the erotic show a foot from her nose.  "That was the
way I really felt when you did me," she said, wrapping an arm
around Jack's legs.

     He responded by cupping one of her large breasts, noting how
it didn't quite fit in his hand, and squeezing it.  The engineer
that never sleeps was comparing it with Cyndi's in his left hand.
Cyndi's was smaller, but slightly firmer.  <Shut up,> he told the
engineer.  <Save it for later.>

     She wrapped Jack's balls with her warm hand, holding them
while he slowly humped his way into his beautiful daughter.  Four
strokes later her knuckle brushed Cyndi's clit, triggering the
younger girl's orgasm.

     Jack stopped moving so that he could better feel the
spasming of his daughter's cunt and to keep from reaching his own
orgasmic trigger.  He wanted to prolong the pleasure from both
pre-teen twats as long as possible.

     "Wow!" Cyndi gasped when she had finished.  "It was a little
one, but very nice.  Thanks, May."

     "Me?" Megan asked in genuine surprise.

     "Those weren't Daddy's balls on my clitty.  One of your
fingers touched it and set me off.  I told you, it's
hypersensitive."

     Megan looked up at Jack.  "What does that mean?"

     Jack slowly began thrusting into his daughter's tight, hot
tunnel again.  "It means that we've managed to make it so
sensitive that only a little bit of stimulation is enough to make
her cum."

     His niece's face was suddenly brighter than the Las Vegas
strip.  "Really?  No kidding?"

     "No kidding," said Jack.  "Touch it again."

     Megan hesitated.  Cyndi didn't object, but instead threw her
head back and began moaning softly with the rhythm of her
father's thrusting.  <What the heck?> she thought.  <We've really
done everything except touch each other's cunnies.  No -- she
touched mine earlier.>  She ducked her head for a better view,
causing Jack to release her breast.  She extended a fingertip and
ran it along the base of Jack's juice-soaked cock to Cyndi's thin
inner lips and then down to the hard little nubbin of her
cousin's clit.  She traced two circles around it before Cyndi
came again and gave her odd little laugh of satisfaction.

     "God, May, that was great!  It was bigger than the other
one."

     Megan looked up past the pistoning penis to Jack's face
smiling down at her.  "Can you do that to mine?"

     "I don't know," he said, causing her to frown.

     "May, it took eight years," Cyndi said over her shoulder,
and then moaned as her father's hard cock radiated a wave of
pleasure from her squeezing cunt.

     "Eight YEARS?" she moaned.  "I'll be too old to fuck before
it happens to me."

     Jack laughed in spite of his best effort to stifle it.  "Not
necessarily.  It happens to different women at different times.
Most never...."  <Aw, fuck.>  But it was already too late to shut
up.

     "NEVER?"  Her tone was horribly pitiful.  "I have a hairless
cat instead of a bushy pussy and I may never get a hypersensitive
clitty, EITHER?"  She collapsed onto the bed, her face staring up
at the juice-slicked Mister Woody of her uncle pistoning into the
stretched cunny of her favorite cousin.

     "Megan, honey, if you spend all your time worrying about
what you don't have, you'll never learn to enjoy what you do
have."

     She looked at him with a pout.  "What do I have?"

     Jack lightly slapped Cyndi's ass cheek and then tweaked one
of Megan's nipples.  "The best boobs."

     While Megan laughed, Cyndi glared at him over her shoulder.
"Oh, REALLY, now?  What if I told you that you could just take
Mister Woody out of me?"

     Jack leaned to the side so that he could slide a finger
between Megan's cunt lips.  "I think he could find a place to
stay right here, if I asked nicely."

     Megan began thrusting her hips as obscenely as possible.
"Mister Woody can have a home right here, any time," she said in
a strong reminder of the way her mother was always offering a
home to Mister Johnson.  But when Megan said so, it was a turn
on.

     "Well!  If you're going to fight dirty, then you can just
leave him in me.  Oooohhhh!"

     Megan moaned, too, as Jack continued to finger her while he
humped Cyndi above her face.  She sniffed the air twice and then
brought to her nose the finger she had used on her cousin.  She
sniffed it and then slid it into her mouth.  Her eyebrows lifted.
"June, you don't taste the same as me," she said.

     "Nope," grunted Jack as he changed rhythms, causing Cyndi to
moan again.  "You two have tasted a little different since you
were babies.  I don't think any two women taste exactly the same.
Here."  He pulled out of Cyndi and pushed the head of his dick
down to Megan's face.  She first frowned at it, then grinned at
him and opened her mouth.

     "Mmmm-MMMM!" she hummed as her lips stripped her cousin's
pussy juice from her uncle's hard cock in one pull.  She smacked
her lips and shoved his rod back in her mouth.  She started
wrestling it the way she had Jack's tongue.

     Jack passed the point of no return.  "Aw, fuck!  I'm going
to cum."

     "Um hmmm!" Megan said, smiling around his dick.

     Jack quickly wet two fingers of his left hand in Cyndi's
cunt.  He left the middle finger up her steaming love tunnel,
slid the first joint of his index finger into her tight little
ass, and then slid the ball of his thumb down between her juicy
lips and across the head of her clit.  Father and daughter came
together while Megan sucked and swallowed.  To her credit, she
did not stop sucking when the semen started flowing.  Cyndi came
twice more, giving her odd little laugh at the end.

     When Jack indicated it was becoming uncomfortable, Megan
stopped sucking but kept his softening stick in her grinning
mouth and gently rubbed his balls.  "Tas'e gweat," she mumbled
around his dick.

     Cyndi exhaled with a prolonged groan and collapsed onto her
forearms, her little ass still in the air.  Jack withdrew his
fingers and offered the middle one to Megan, who sucked her
cousin's pussy juice off it and then licked it thoroughly.

     "May," Cyndi said in a half-whisper, "you can have my bush,
you can have my hypersensitive clitty, but NOBODY better try to
take away my multiple orgasms."

     Jack kissed each upthrust cheek, her hot, pink vaginal
entrance, and her pucker door.  "I won't let them, sweetie.  It's
too much fun watching you cum."  He ran his left hand up and down
her flank while his right probed Megan for juice to lubricate her
clit.

     Megan moaned several times.  "How long before you can do me
again, Uncle Jack?"

     "It should be several minutes before I can get it up again,"
he said, looking from one naked pre-teen to the other and already
feeling the hollow developing at the base of his dick.

     "Eat her," Cyndi mumbled, toppling onto her left side in
slow motion.  "Your tongue is as good as Mister Woody.
Sixty-nine."

     "Yeah!  She's right.  That -- oooohhhh," Jack had stroked
her clit -- "would be neat."

     Jack straddled her head and lowered his face into her slick,
steaming gash.  Cyndi pushed a pillow under Megan's head so that
she could easily reach Jack's cock.  She slowly rose to a sitting
position and asked, "May, how come you tasted my juice?"

     Megan flushed and avoided Cyndi's eyes.  "I dunno.  You
tasted me.  Sorta.  And --  I always like to lick my fingers
after I play with my cunny...."  Her voice tapered off.

     Cyndi's bright brown eyes sparkled.  "You tasted good with
Daddy's wad in you."

     Jack lifted his face out of Megan's pussy and turned it to
Cyndi.  "Come here," he said.  When she did, he kissed her,
allowing her to suck her cousin's juices from his face and tongue
while he used a finger to continue stimulating the pebble of his
niece's erect clit.

     "We do taste different," Cyndi confirmed.  "Do we taste like
Mommy and Auntie F?"

     Jack hesitated.  <One of these days, I have to stop being
surprised at these questions.>  "No," he finally said.  "You
don't taste the same as you did when you were babies, either.  In
fact, you don't always taste the same now.  When it's almost time
for your period, your juices are more acidic."

     "I become a tart tart!" Her wide smile flared the dimples
under her flashing eyes.

     "Yep.  A sourpussy."  He puckered his face as if he had
eaten a green persimmon, and she gave him a quick kiss.

     Megan laughed around his dick and then pulled it from her
mouth.  "Hey!  This thing was starting to get hard until you two
started clowning around," she complained.  "I want to do some
really serious fucking."

     Jack looked at Cyndi and indicated with a twist of his head
that his daughter should answer.  He figured she'd just cut off
his reply anyway.  He kissed Megan's inner thighs and cunt lips.
His tongue resumed dancing in the valley while Cyndi said, "We
don't do SERIOUS fucking here, May.  We just fuck for fun.  It's
ever so much better that way.  Serious fucking leads to boredom."

     With that she took her cousin's hand and placed it on her
hot little twat.

     Megan overcame her surprise and gently stroked the smooth,
wet surface before sliding a long, slender finger into Cyndi's
squeezing little hole, trying to fingerfuck her without directly
stimulating the hypersensitive trigger.  A minute later she
released the cock from her mouth.  "Uncle Jack, I think it's hard
enough," she announced.

     He agreed and reversed his position, smoothly sliding into
her in one long thrust.  At first he had Cyndi sit where he could
alternate the kissing and sucking of each girl's ripe young
breasts.

     "I want to see," Cyndi said and scooted down between the
pairs of legs until Jack's balls were almost bumping her pert
nose on the outstroke.  The heady scent of Megan's excited pussy
stimulated her.  She licked her father's balls, and he stopped
halfway out of Megan.  Cyndi's tongue slid along his shaft to her
cousin's stretched pussy, licking the wetness from both of them.

     Jack lifted Megan's hips and rose above her until his stroke
was almost vertical when he resumed his slow pistoning.  Cyndi
licked everything within reach.

     "My god, June, that feels great!" Megan gasped.  "You, too,
Uncle Jack.  Feels like a really big log's in me."

     Jack released a firm nipple from his mouth and replied, "You
feel wonderful, too, Megan.  There's no one I'd rather have in
this bed than you and Cyndi."

     Cyndi drew back from between their legs and slid up beside
them.  She smiled with one corner of her mouth and asked, "Not
even Kimberly Mason or Mary Beth?"

     Again Jack's involuntary hesitation answered her question.
She laughed and squatted over Megan's face so that both Jack and
Megan could lick her pussy.  The two used her slit as a wrestling
ring for their tongues, and she had four "little ones" that made
her giggle with joy.

     For the next hour the three experimented with different
positions, licking, sucking, and fucking whatever was handy.
Jack alternated between the two girls and found it difficult to
hold back because of the ever-changing sensations that thrilled
him to his core.  Cyndi had several "little ones" and two "major
thrillers," while Megan had three orgasms before Jack could hold
back no longer.

     Jack was in Cyndi when he realized he was about to cum.  She
said he should shoot it into Megan, who was still convinced that
his seed would make her pussy grow.  He quickly slid out of his
daughter and scooted sideways to his niece, who had pulled her
legs up and apart to allow him rapid entry.  Despite his efforts,
he began spurting just as he reached Megan's lips.  She gasped
when the hot wad splashed onto her aching clit, and then she felt
him slamming into the end of her slick, wet tube.  She came with
him, face twisted in the exquisite agony of what Cyndi termed "a
major thriller."

     Cyndi watched them cum together and then grinned when Jack
collapsed onto Megan, trying to hold much of his weight on his
now-weak forearms.  "Men!" she sighed.  "One little cum and
they're done for an hour.  Don't you just feel sorry for them,
May?"

     "Little?" Jack groaned.  "I think I shot both my balls into
her when I ran out of cum."

     Cyndi reached over his ass and rummaged around between his
legs.  "Nope.  They're still there."

     "Yeah?  I'm surprised."

     "Me, too," Megan panted from beneath him as she rubbed her
hands around Jack's broad back and shoulders.  "God, I never
thought -- it could feel this good.  I mean -- I knew it would be
good -- but not THIS good!"

     "Oh, it just keeps getting better, May," Cyndi said, giving
Jack a short kiss.  "Daddy, why don't you let it soak in her and
I'll go fix lunch?  Okay?"

     "Good idea," he said in a weak half-whisper.  "Take your
time.  I won't be able to walk for a while."

     Megan mumbled agreement.

     Neither Jack nor Megan moved while Cyndi peed and douched.
As she bounced down the stairs, they shifted positions slowly,
managing to keep Jack's flaccid tool inside Megan's steaming hot
pressure cooker.

     "God, Uncle Jack," she whispered in his ear once they were
comfortable, "I really can't imagine ever fucking a boy now that
I've had a real man."

     Jack laughed softly against the side of her head and pushed
her hair aside with his nose.  He nibbled her exposed earlobe and
said, "Well, that's odd because I can't imagine ever fucking a
grown woman now that I've my second, and every bit as wonderful,
young girl.  I can't conceive of ever wanting to get out of your
pussy except to get into Cyndi's.  I don't care if I never fuck
another grown woman again."

     "Not even Mummy?"  She giggled when Jack hesitated.  It
wasn't often that she could stop him cold the way Cyndi could
with her off-the-wall comments.

     "No," he finally said, without further comment.

     She moaned softly as he caressed a nipple while
tongue-fucking her ear.  "So, does that mean you won't want me
when I'm thirty?"  She sounded disappointed.

     "To the contrary.  I'll be almost sixty.  You'll still be a
wonderful young girl to me."

     Megan sighed and pulled his head up until they were
nose-to-nose.  "I really love you, Uncle Jack," she said.

     "I love you, too, Megan.  If my daughter couldn't be Cyndi,
I'd want her to be you."

     A warm smile spread across her face.  "You could just adopt
me.  I mean, I love Mummy and Daddy, but...."  She left the
remainder unsaid.

     His fingertips pushed a strand of hair back from her eyes
and then trailed across her cheek in a soft caress.  "I'd love to
do that, sweetheart."

     They spent the next ten minutes tongue wrestling in each
other's mouths and fondling all body parts that were in reach.
Halfway through the session Jack's gooey dick slid out of Megan
and lay crushed against her cunt as the mixture of her juices and
his jism trickled out of her.  He took Megan to the shower, where
they again explored each other's bodies thoroughly, insuring that
they hadn't inadvertently missed any spots.  They were drying
each other when Cyndi announced over the intercom that lunch was
ready.

     After they ate they returned to the bed for a nap.  Jack lay
in the middle with a girl in each arm, their heads on his
shoulders, his hands cupped around a taut breast of each.  They
fondled him with their free hands and, very slowly, humped their
smooth, wet cunts on his thighs until they all drifted off to
sleep.  Life was good.

     An hour and a half later they were in the pool, playing such
games as bobbing for boners, free-fall fucking (no hands
allowed), and longest blowjob without coming up for air.  Megan
invented the relay race, where one girl had to swim the length of
the pool with Jack inside her and then the other had to make the
return trip after the handoff.  Cyndi noted that the race would
be more competitive, and more interesting, if there were more
than one team.

     When Jack finally collapsed into the wide-mesh hammock,
complaining that he wasn't as young as he used to be, the girls
had him roll onto his stomach and then crawled underneath to
"milk the bull."

     When they piled into bed that night, Cyndi said that it was
time for Megan to be slow-fucked.  Jack lay on his side across
the bed facing Megan, who was on her back with both legs raised.
Cyndi helped slide Jack's erection into Megan, who then lowered
her legs behind Jack, locking him into place.  Cyndi watched,
smiling, as Jack began what would be almost an hour and a half of
slowly humping his niece's hot, wet hole.  The position gave Jack
- -- and Cyndi -- the opportunity to fondle Megan's breasts, belly,
legs, and clitoris. Occasionally Cyndi would pull Jack's pistol
from Megan's carnal holster, suck it briefly, and then give
Megan's sopping slit a slow lick before replacing Jack's rod.

     At one point Megan, giggling from her third orgasm, lifted
her head to glance at the clock.  "My god, June!  An hour
already?"

     Cyndi, who was reclining on her side so that Jack could suck
her small, hard nipples, looked over her shoulder.  "Looks like
it.  And you wanted somebody who could last just five minutes."

     "Yeah.  Megan Milano just THINKS she's having a good time
with her five-minute humps."

     Cyndi shrugged.  "If you think you're having a good time,
you are, May."

     "You can have a lot of fun in five minutes, Megan," Jack
added.  "Right, Cyn?"

     Cyndi closed her eyes and smiled.  "Mmmm-hmmmm!  Like those
times at the automatic car wash."

     Megan's wide-eyed head flew up.  "WHAT?"

     "And the bank drive-throughs," she continued.

     "Don't forget that elevator blow job," Jack added.

     "How can I?"  She looked at Megan.  "He got cum on my
blouse," she said accusingly, "just before some old man got in
with us."

     "Sweetie, that guy didn't know what it was."

     "He told the man that I had a cold and had sneezed!"

     Megan laughed, sending squeezing pulses along Jack's slowly
cycling trouser snake.  "Cool, Uncle Jack!" she said, and then
thought for a second.  "Well, Megan Milano does call it  pecker
snot,' so Uncle Jack really was almost not lying."

     When Jack announced that he felt the growing hollow behind
his dick filling with cum, Cyndi hopped over them and dropped to
cup her father's balls in one hand and to finger Megan's clit
with the other.  She watched with loving contentment as they
grabbed at each other in the sweet agony of release.

     "Normally," Cyndi said when the two were both drained and
panting, "Daddy will leave it in me and we'll go to sleep like
this.  Sometimes I'll wake up to find him hard again and fucking
me.  That's really cool!  But not tonight."  She tugged on Jack's
hip, rolling him without complaint onto his back.  "Maybe
tomorrow night, okay?"

     Megan mumbled something that might have been, "Okay."

     Cyndi wrapped a thumb and forefinger around Jack's limp
linguini with sex sauce entre, and held it more or less upright
while she sucked it clean.  She continued to suck for another
minute, pumping it with her hand.

     "Sweetie, I think Mr. Woody's dead," Jack mumbled, rubbing
his hand across the top of his head and down his neck.

     "He can't be dead," she said.  "No rigor mortis."

     Jack groaned but didn't move.

     Cyndi grabbed a throw pillow.  "It's running out of you,
May.  Lift your butt."  She shoved the pillow under Megan,
angling her cousin's ass so that Jack's tiny wad of cum would
stay in her vagina.

     "Oh, goodness!" she announced in mock seriousness.  "Some of
it has already escaped.  I guess I'll have to put it back where
it belongs."  She used her cupped tongue to collect the dribble
of semen and shove it back into her cousin's tired twat.

     "Now," she said when she was finished.  "Everybody's cum but
me."

     "Whaaaat?" Megan moaned.  "You had three for every one I
had."

     "But you've had a final one for the night.  I haven't.  I
need a volunteer."

     Neither one said anything.

     "Thank you for volunteering, Mister Martin, but Miss Allison
beat you by one one-hundredth of a second."

     Megan was lying on her back with her hips thrust up by the
pillow.  Her legs were apart, one over Jack's stomach, and the
other bent to the side with her foot next to his knee.  Cyndi
squatted over Megan, with her ass toward her cousin's face, and
carefully positioned her hard little clit against Megan's larger
one.  A thrill coursed through her, followed by another as she
felt the large, pink, pebble swell against her small one.  Cyndi
closed her eyes and began humping their clits together until,
half a minute later, she was gasping her own release while Jack
watched, amazed that the incredibly erotic sight didn't inflate
his dead dork.

     She awoke sometime during the night to discover that the
lights were out and Jack was furiously humping her.  After both
came they kissed and exchanged "I love you"s.  Jack rolled over
to cuddle Megan from behind, his happy wet cock mashed against
the young girl's firm, smooth ass and one hand wrapped around an
equally firm young breast, the way he had often cuddled Marilyn.
Cyndi spooned him from behind, her smooth mound rubbing his butt
for a moment until she placed her head between his shoulder
blades and went back to sleep.

     <Life is good,> was Jack's last conscious thought.

     They were in the same positions when the sun crept into the
room.
- --
Continued in Jack Pack Eight

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