The Evans' Family at Home

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Natalie was in the kitchen trying to prepare something simple so she wouldn't heat up the kitchen, or the house, too much. Dressed in flowered housecoat she was trying to say cool. Even though they
air conditioning it was still a bit warm in the kitchen as it always was.
Mark was sitting at the table, wearing just shorts, just watching his mother prepare the simple meal. "Hey, mom, what we having?"
"Tuna casserole," she answered without turning around.
He kept watching her move around the stove to stir the various
components. Wondering what his mother was wearing beneath the housecoat he ventured a question. "Need any help?"
Natalie turned to face him. "Well, duh, would be nice. Can you
get the big bowl out of the cupboard while I get some glasses?"
Getting up he replied, "Sure, mom." Reaching to the top of the
refridgerator for the flashlight he commented, "Better use this. You
know how dark that lower cabinet is." 
Shining the light into the cabinet he peered in and reached with his hand, rummaging around. "Can't seem to find it, mom." Feigning an excuse he hoped to get a peek under her housecoat.
"Shit, Mark," she said and standing right next to him, legs slightly apart, she continued, "it's in the back on the left."
"Well, I can't find it."
"Geez," she sighned and sqauted beside him. "Let me get in there."
"No room, mom."
"Well, I meant you should get out of the way. Duh."
Mark slid out of the cabinet and, not wanting to be too obvious,
he turned off the flashlight. Sneaking a quick peek under her housecoat he could only see shadows as the light was behind her and not very bright. He wondered if he could touch her and find out.
"Do you mind moving?" As he moved out of the way Natalie reached into the cabinet.
Mark hand't moved very much but just enough to probe an errant hand beneath the housecoat as she reached into the cabinet. His hand could go no further than her thigh. "Nuts," he thought and was
about to withdraw his hand when she fell forward.
"Got it," Natalie said. Bending inside the cabinet she backed out
slowly allowing him a generous feel.
Mark knew he was in trouble. He had intended to goose a quick feel but had fondled her instead. Though he had to admit he liked the feel of her pubic-haired mound. Getting up he stuttered a quick
apology, "Sorry, mom."
Mixing teh ingredients into the bowl she quired. "Sorry about what, hon?"
Either his mother was feigning ignorance or she really didn't feel
his hand. Though as groping the fondling was he did't know how she
couldn't know. "You know." 
"Oh yeah, right." Turning to him she added, "Don't worry about it
now. Better go and wake your sister."
"Mom, do you think I'm good-looking?"
Without turning around, as she was mixing it all together, she replied, "Sure, honey."
Thinking of joking around he unzipped his shorts and let them fall
to the floor. Without underwear he knew his penis was sticking out.
"Seriously, mom, do you think I am?"
Putting the bowl on the table she noticed his nudity and smiled.
"Yes, silly. Now pull up your shorts and wake your sister."

After playing volleyball with him she had said she was tired and
decided to take a nap before dinner. So like a good brother he went upstairs to her room. The door was closed but he could hear faint
moaning coming from inside.
Slowly he opened the door and peered in. With the door ajar he could see her in the mirror. She had her left hand under her
knit top and, with her shorts unziped, her other hand inside her panties. He watched without making a sound and, periodically, caught a glimpse of the bottom of her right breast.
Hoping to catch a better look he popped the door open. "Hey, sis,
dinner."
She quickly removed her hands and zipped up. Jumping off the bed
she remarked, "I had an itch."
"Uh-huh," was his comment. Trying to be spiteful, Mark commented,
"I'm gonna tell mom."
Quickly bounding to the door she grabbed his arm. "Mark, please.
Please don't tell mom. I'll be in a world of shit." Still holding his arm she pondered her dilemma. "Mark, I'll do anything for you."
"Oh you will, Kim?" 
"Yes, anything you want me to do."
Mark knew he had her over a barrel. She had said anything he wanted her to do. Having wanted to see his sister nude for a long time he wondered if she would comply if he asked her to drop her top and her pants. He thought it better to test what she had actually meant. "You do mean absolutely, positively, anything."
Kimberly rested her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Anything you want. I mean it."
She had left herself wide open. Though he wanted so badly to see her naked he went a lot simpler. "Drop your top. Let me see your
tits."
Though she was embarrassed by his request she realized that she had said anything. So she complied and slid the top to her shorts.
"Okay?"
Mark looked at her small breasts admiring her tiny little nipples.
Smiling, he kissed her and, cupped his hands onto her breasts. "Oh,
wow," he said as he felt her nipples swell to greet his hands.
She recomposed herself. "We'd better get downstairs."
As they were waling down the stairs, she asked, "Mark, do you think my tits are nice?"
He was a little bit ahead of her and cupped his hand backward.
"Yeah, sis, really nice." He was surpised when she didn't stop and
walked right into his hand. Though she had on shorts, they were
fairly tight, he got a good grope between her legs.
She grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Oh, thanks Mark. Thanks for not telling mom." She hugged him and could feel his hard shaft
against her shorts. "Oooh," she sighed.
Arriving in the kitchen, Natalie confronted them. "What the hell
took you guys so long?
"Well, mom," Mark answered, "you know what a bear she is to wake up."
"Yeah, don't I know it. Well, sit down and lets eat."
Dinner was fairly uneventful other than a few sideglance smiles between Kim and Mark. After they had finished eating Natalie grabbed
the dishes and put them into the sink.
"You guys had better take a bath," she said as she ran the tap filling up the dishpan.
"You mean together?" Mark asked, a laugh in his query.
Natalie turned around. "Well, if you really want to."
"Mom!" Kim blurted out.
"What's the matter, Kim? Don't want to take a bath with your brother?" Natalie saw the embarrassed look on her daughter's face and laughed. "Just kidding." Shutting off the water and checking its tepidness, she added, "Kim, you can take yours first. Mark'll help me with the dishes."
"Okay," she replied and ran upstairs.
"You know, Mark, sometimes I do wonder about her."
"Yeah, mom, I know what you mean. She is pretty though."
"So, you think we should keep her?"
"Yeah, lets."
"Okay, I guess we can."
As the minutes slipped by Natalie finally heard Kim coming out of the bathroom. "Better get up there before it gets cold."
Mark draped the dish towel over the hook on the side of the sink and went upstairs. Walking past his sister's room he noticed the door was open a bit so he decided to take a peek. He wondered if he
could catch her in the nude. Peering around the door he said "Hi,"
noticing she was standing by her dresser. It was just high enough
that he couldn't see beneath her bellybutton. But he had to admit she had a cute backside.
She glanced over her shoulder and waved. "Hi." Bending a little 
to rummage in the drawers Mark was somewhat disappointed that she
spread her legs. She found the nightgown she wanted to wear and slipped it on.
Mark turned to leave but not after he caught a glimpse of her
tightened breasts as she slid the gown over her upstretched arms.
"Thanks, sis," he thought and added another thought, "though you could have stepped away from the mirror."
Kim went downstairs and saw her mother reading the evening paper. "Anything interesting?"
"Not really. Just the same bullshit."
"Can I have the comics, mom?" And walked over to the couch.
"Here you go, dear."
"Thanks, mom." Pausing a minute or two she asked, "Mom, is it okay if I wear this?"
"It is yours, you know."
"But, I, ah..." not knowing how to phrase it so she picked up the hem of her nightgown. "Mom, it this okay?
Natalie glanced up from her paper and looked at her daughter.
Noticing her blonde, sparsely-haired, pubic mound, she commented
with a giggle, "Aren't we daring?"
"Oh, mom."
"Mom," Mark yelled from the bathroom.
"You'd better go see what he wants." Kim remarked glancing toward the staircase.
"Yeah, probably should." Putting the paper down she went upstairs. Mark, in all his glory, was standing at the open door when she came up. "What you need?"
"Wash my hair?"
"I guess so." As Mark got back into the tub Natalie grabbed the shampoo. Kneeling down she added, "Just don't splash." 
"It could be easier if you got in with me, mom."
"This is fine this way, hon." She rinsed his hair.
"Oh, posh, mom," he replied, "you're just an old fraidy cat." And
he splashed water at her.
Natalie jumped up, her breasts bouncing slightly under the housecoat. "Geez, thanks a lot. Now I gotta change no thanks to you."
Mark got out of the tub and dried himself off. I could get your robe, mom. Just a sec."
Stopping his reach for his pajama bottoms she said, "Just get my
robe and be quick."
"Okay, okay, don't shove." He walked out of the room completely
naked but he really didn't care. Arriving in his mother's room he went to the closet and rummaged through it trying to find her robe. Finally he took out the blue silk one. "This'll be fine," he thought and, as he walked back to the bathroom, wondered, in the back of his mind, if he just might get to see something.
Coming down the hall, and around the corner, he noticed his mother
leaning against the door frame. His eyes saucered as he walked over to her.
"Well, it's about time." Standing up straight she questioned,
"What the hell you looking at? Just give me the damned robe. Thanks." Cinching the robe about herself she went downstairs.
As he pulled on his pajamas he thought about how his mother was
standing there. He never, in his wildest dreams, would have thought
she would do that. Seeing her completely naked caused a smile to
cross his lips. He picked up the towel and dried his hair more
completely.
"Mom, why did you change?"
"Stupid brother of yours, he splashed."
"Ah, I hate to say this but it is a bit revealing."
"Yeah, well, probably is. But this is one he picked out. I couldn't disappoint him."
Kim laughed. "You sure won't do that."
Sitting back down on the couch she picked up the paper. Reading an article she commented, "Know something, sweetie, you got a nice
pussy."
Kim blushed saying, "Oh, mom."
"No, Kim, I mean it, you do."
Kim sat down on the couch. "You really think so."
Putting the paper down, Natalie simply said, "You do, hon."
"Thanks, mom," Kim answered and scrunched closer to give her a kiss. In doing so her nightgown slid way up exposing her pubic mound.
As they kissed, on the lips, Natalie moved her hand and fondled it
into her daughter's fuzzy-haired pussy.
"Oh, mom," Kim giggled a sigh and took the opportunity to do the
same to her mother.
"What the heck you guys doing?" 
"Nothing," they said in unison and quickly recomposed themselves
without letting him see anything.
Mark couldn't help but laugh. "Checking out the pasture are we?"
They just looked at him in amazement and smiled. "Well," Natalie
commented casually, "found out it don't need mowing."
He couldn't help but laugh at her comment. That was sure a nice
way to put it. Ofcourse he knew what they were doing all along and
wondered if they might let him verify that the pasture didn't need
mowing. He smiled to himself and asked a unny question. "Care to
plant a tree near the pasture?"
Though Kim didn't understand what he meant Natalie quickly shot 
back, "What kind of tree you have in mind?"
Not caring, in the least, if his sister saw him naked, he replied, "This kind of tree, mom." Dropping his pajamas he stepped out of them.
Kim couldn't help but stare. Long had she wondered what it looked like. She blushed.
"It's a bit small," Natalie laughed. "And it has rocks."
Kim looked at her mother. "That's funny, mom."
"Think it's funny, do you?"
"Yeah," they both said.
Mark was thinking of a sly way to get back at them. As he leaned first on one foot, then the other, he knew they were watching it bounce around. "How about letting me see the pasture and the mountains beyond?"
"That's cute, Mark," Kim replied and blushed. "Mom, can I see you in the kitchen?"
Mark watched as they walked slowly to the kitchen door. Arriving there they flipped up the back of their coverings allowing him a gklimpse of their butts. He smiled but had a feeling Kim was going to have their mother chastise him for, not only exposing himself, but
asking to see them naked as well. 
"How do you like that?"
"Actually I thought it was kind of cute."
"But, mom."
"Oh, geez, Kimberly, don't be a pooper all your life." 
Mark was standing, facing the kitchen door, knowing full well that
Kim would talk their mother into punishing him. He couldn't help but
wonder what they discussed and, as he pondered his fate, he knew he
was saluting.
"Mark," Natalie called from the ajarred kitchen door, "we have discussed your indicretion and have finally decided on your fate."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense."
They backed out of the kitchen, arm in arm. "Yep," Natalie said,
"gonna get it now." They turned around.
Mark saucered as he stared at both of them. He had to admit,
even though he had seen his mother, they both were very pretty. He
couldn't help but stare at his sister. He admired her fuzzy-haired
pubic mound and couldn't help but notice her slit. "Goddamn," he
blurted out. "I never thought you'd..."
Kim cut her brother off. "Well, what you think?"
Mark couldn't think of a comment so he justed admired both of them
and smiled profusely.
"Mark honey, why not give each of us a big hug? Me first, hon."
Mark walked over to her, his penis swinging, and embraced his mother, giving her a big bear hug, allowing his dick to jam into her
pubic mound. He was surprised when she slid her breasts against his bare chest, letting him feel her hard nipples, and allowing his penis to rub against her pussy. Mark was surprised when Kim gave him the same type of hug. He could feel his dick slide against her
exposed slit and even gave her a kiss. "Wow, wow, is all I can say."
"Alright, you two, on the floor face up." They did as they were
told since mom's voice was commanding.
Mark took the liberty to fondle his sister's little titties and slowly moved his hand down to her crotch. Nuzzling his hand against
her sparse blonde forest he slipped the tip of his finger in. As it
probed deeper, he commented with a smile, "Damn, sis, you're tight."
He quickly pulled his finger out so as not to hurt her since she was
whimpering a bit.
"Yeah, maybe a little," she replied, "for this thing." She smiled
and began to fondle his genitals a few minutes. "Nice," was her only comment as she slid her clenched fist up his shaft.
Natalie was standing over them, her legs spread with her hands placed on her hips, allowing them to see more of her pussy. "Now, now, let's not get greedy." As she knelt down she pushed them apart
allowing each of them to rub a hand against her pussy. Laying down she added, "I'm going to both of you while you do me."
Laying close on the floor presented no problems for any of them as
they began the manipulation of each other. Each of them was enjoying
what they were doing and Mark even slipped a finger into his mother.
Natalie could feel her daughter's clit andusing her thumb to enlarge it, she slid a finger into her. "Damn, Kim, your brother was
right, you are tight, very tight." Sensing her daughter was about to
cum she removed her hand and turned to face Mark. "Honey, let me put this thing in here." She slowly pushed his penis in between her
legs. "But don't cum, cause I want your sister to feel that."
Sensing his orgasm coming she pulled away. "Kim," she said, getting up, "slide over."
Kim slid over, and being instructed to remain on her back, Natalie
slowly inserted his dick. "Mark, go slowly okay." Meanwhile she massaged her daughter's clit and allowed her to do her as well.
None of them could help it but it was a squirt fest. Kim spasmed
and sliming her brother felt his hot white jism squirt ito her. She
hugged him tight and tried, the best she could, to tighten her vaginal muscles against his hard shaft.
"Wow, Mark," she gushed as they continued to hold him tight.
Mark assisted his sister in massaging their mother.
"Oh, god, yes," Natalie screamed as she squirted against the carpet.