Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

All things change in time Callie. James said with a sigh, picking up the snapped off leather from the belt. He fingers it lightly a moment before nodding. Of course you can keep it. There's more than a few memories of my own in that leather. A shame to see it thrown aside. Gabby's arrival was...problematic in ways. Frankly James was just glad she hadn't walked in while they were in mid thurst. Too many words bandied about that might lead their daughter to ask questions that he'd rather not answer. He smiled at her whispered words, before reaching a pair of fingers out, and sliding them deep into her. He worked them a little, gathering a quantity of his seed onto thm before withdrawing and sliding them into Callie's mouth. There was a satisfied, lazy smile on his face. William leaned back into the seat of the car. His friend, Gerad, was giving him a lift. William was under no illusions about why. Gerad would take nearly any opportunity to try and steal a look at his sister. Or, more to William's greater distaste, his mother. Empirically, he could understand it quite well. It was no secret to anyone who had eyes to see that the women in his family were beautiful creatures. His mother had aged very gracefully, and more than just Gerad fantasized about her. William did his best to push those thoughts away. The car halted, and He opened the door. Thanks for the ride Ger. He said plainly. His friend paused, as though waiting for an invitation inside. When it didn't come, he spoke. Hey, you want to hang for a bit? Gerad asked. Love to man, but I got a mountain of homework to go over. I'll call ya in a couple days, when I've got things under control. William advised. Gerad sighed, and nodded. William shut the door, and moved towards the house. His father had been somewhat insistant about William taking care of himself, but William lacked his father's affinity with water. He'd turned to running, and some weights for his fitness. As a result he was fast on his feet, and stronger than his wory build suggested. He wasn't overly tall, but could look his mother and sister in the eye. His hair was dark, and seemed impossible to keep under control, always tossled. It was vaguely irritating, and it was why he kept it short. He shouldered the side door open, looking around hte house, seeing who was about, and whether he'd be able to shirk his homework for awhile. He heaved a sigh, and stepped towards the hall that led to his room. It would be good to let off some steam. he heard faint sounds from the games room, and purposefully stepped quickly and quietly, making sure not to look. He was smart enough to have figured out very quickly that his parents were very much in love, and very very sexual creaures. It was just nothing he felt like observing first hand. As he was passing the door, he fought a sudden surge of interest and perverse thought to look within, see what his mother looked like in this state. He'd been asked more than once by friends of his, but he simply told them off. There was no denying his mother was beautiful, but what kind fo twisted person lusted for their mother? Not William. He kept his eyes averted with an effort. He made ti to his room, closing the door very quietly. He blew out a sigh, and leaned on the door. Sometimes coming home could be stressful. James didn't miss the arrival of William either, but it didn't bothert him as his son was a little more...circumspect than Gabby. Still, a thought was in his mind, and he wanted to get it out before the opportunity slipped by. Callie...I think we should talk about our daughter. He started.