Cathy Burton was in a sour mood when she woke up on Friday morning. It was only the third day of June and she was already bored. Her parents hadn't pressured her to find a job because they were wealthy enough to cover college for her, and they were generally very doting parents. But, not having a job, meant that she had nothing to do and nobody to do it with most of the day. Elaine and Danny had jobs, as did most of her other friends. Even her brother, Carter, had a job with the family construction firm. She really had nothing worthwhile to do.
Her father and Carter had gone to work and Cathy wandered through the empty house, waiting for her mother to finish her shower. At least she'd have someone to talk to if her mom was there. She went into her father's den and sat behind the desk rocking the chair slightly, thinking of how she used to hide in the knee well of the desk so she could scare him when he came in to work. For lack of anything better to do, she opened the desk drawers to see what he kept in his home office. Pens, papers, binder clips, nothing much. One drawer held a plastic box about the size of a fishing tackle box. Cathy pulled it out and opened it.
The box contained home made CD's and computer flash cards. The CD's were labeled by date. This must be the porn collection that Carter had found! Cathy turned on her father's computer with trembling fingers, but it asked her for a password when Windows came up. Shit.
That wasn't a deterrent, though, and she took the entire box with her to her bedroom and switched on her own laptop. While it was starting, she searched her room for the SD card reader, finally finding it in her box of cosmetics. Okay, time for the show.
She selected a CD dated ten years earlier and started it up. Her mother was on screen first, in close-up, saying, "You keep pointing that camera at me, I might suddenly get shy." And a male voice (her grandfather) replied, "You're never shy, Sally, I know that."
"I'm afraid you've got my number," Sally Burton said. Then her head disappeared below the frame, and the camera moved up and expanded to show a view reflected in the sliding mirrored door of a bedroom closet. Cathy's mom was sucking her grandfather's penis while sitting with Uncle Dave's cock up her pussy. Grandpa Burton was the one running the camera. "Now leave me alone and find your own girl," Sally said, turning back to the task at hand and moving herself in an undulating motion on Uncle Dave.
The camera turned to show Cathy's father screwing his mother dog-style and it stayed on them until her father pulled out and turned Cathy's grandmother over to slam back into her for a couple strokes before pulling out to squirt on her belly. She looked so proud of the amount of jism her son released. "You're my good boy," Grandma Burton said. And Cathy's father moved down and lowered his face to her pussy. "Let me show you just how good, Mom," he said, and then proceeded to give her the attentions of his fingers and tongue.
Cathy's Aunt Doris wasn't there, and, because it was ten years old, her cousins, Paul and Ginny, weren't there either. Dave's wife, Amy didn't appear to be there until she came through the door shedding clothing as she walked. "You started without me," she said. "I guess you'll all have to do me twice to make up for it."
Everybody looked good ten years younger, but looking at this old video and comparing it to her memory of what she'd seen through the window the other night, Cathy could see that her family had aged pretty well. Grandpa and Grandma were fit, and both her father and Uncle Dave were able present a pair of damn fine hard-ons.
The video made Cathy's pussy moisten, and it made her want to see more.
She played another video, where the camera was on a tripod in the corner of the room to capture what appeared to be a party. Everyone was naked and holding a drink. Her Grandfather was dancing with his daughter, Doris. Trying to, anyway, because she was more interested in grabbing his cock. Soon people were paring off and getting down to business on the couch or the floor.
The flash cards held newer videos. One started off with her cousin, Ginny, talking to the camera. "Welcome to the Burton Family fuck club," she said, laughing. "Take off your pants and watch the Burton family fuck." There was laughter and applause as the view expanded to show that she was holding both her father and brother's cocks. Ginny was twenty now, cousin Paul was 19, so that video wasn't more than a year old.
A knock on her door startled Cathy, and she reached instinctively to kill the video. But why? Her mother was on the video and probably wanted to see her daughter on future videos. Why pretend she wasn't watching?