“Who’s first?” she asked.Harry Junior gaped at his sister, then gave his uncle an ear-to-ear grin. “Fuck you, Uncle Frank! Stand back!” He c...awled between his sister’s raised knees and allowed her to position his cockhead inside her hot and oily slit. Then, with a single shove, he pushed all nine inches inside Taylor’s pussy. The feeling was unbelievable. Even though he had screwed less than a half-dozen times, all with his aunt, Harry Junior had learned enough to be able to hold back from. The only thing wrong with that was it would give off very little smoke to attract attention to our position. I got the largest mess-tin I had and filled it with water, got the fire going in a circle of stones that was already there and went for Gran's milk. When I returned the water was boiled and using my mug and the small mess-tin I made two cups of tea."Only milk Chris," Gran shouted as she watched me preparing her drink.The tea was very refreshing as I sat by her side propped up against the. ”“Oh, you could shower in our ensuite, Jeff, then you could both come down for some soup together. I’ve popped the rolls in the oven to warm while you are up here. Any preference for soup flavours?”“You’re a mind reader, Mum, I was just telling Junior that I fancied some soup. Tomato, for me, Mum, if you have it. Oh, and you can call Jeff, Junior, if you like, I think I really prefer Junior much more than ‘Jeff’.”“Tomato’s fine for me, too, Lisa, if you’ve more than one can. And I always answer. He went down slowly then just gave a long moan and relaxed. I flopped beside him and tried to let my breathing return to normal; that had been a very nice little ride. While I’d been cleaning him up, I’d been leaking a lot. It was running down my thighs, over my balls and down my limp cock. That always feels damned good to me. Messy but good.Now, as I lay there staring at the dark ceiling, it was making a little mess in the sarong as the leaking continued. I could feel where he’d been rubbing.