Boundless

Zack Thompson was typically pretty excited about summer vacation, and the thrill of graduating high school definitely made June a month to remember. However, this year, he'd be skipping the camp that had been his home-away-from-home for countless years. As he packed his bags, he thought about canoeing and swimming at the lake, pancake breakfasts in the mess hall, and scary stories around the campfire. Over time, he had built many lasting friendships, and the last few years, he had been in a counselor role that he really enjoyed. There was at least a little remorse that he wasn't headed to camp.

Instead, he was finally going to join the Boundless Athletic Club, a private wellness group to which his family belonged. His parents had been spending summers at the "Club," as they called it, since he could remember. They especially enjoyed the club because it was adults-only, meant to keep all that childish riff-raff out. Last year, Zack's sister Lisa joined, and this year, having turned eighteen in the winter, it was Zack's turn.

Everything about the club was a bit mysterious to Zack. The website was minimal, showing only a phone number and address, an emblem resembling a home, and its motto: "Vitality, Harmony, Heritage." Other searches online revealed nothing substantive.

Zack's parents, Jeff and Rachel, provided some basic details: the club was international, but didn't have too many locations, though they did have a small facility in the Thompsons' city. It focused on various aspects of wellness, including fitness and recreation, as well as entertainment, like dancing and fine dining. Lisa strangely stonewalled Zack of any explanations, simply telling him he'd have to wait and see. None of this sounded fun or better than summer camp, but Zack's family kept assuring him it'd be worth the transition.

At least Zack would know a few other people at the club. Julie Welter was joining this year, and she was one of his favorite teammates in the camp ultimate frisbee league. Miguel Gonzales joined two years prior and was who inspired Zack into being a camp counselor, and his sister, Corina, was joining this year as well. Zack also had a friend from school joining this year, Peter Benes, and his older sister Dana, one of Zack's secret high school crushes, would be there too. At least Zack wouldn't have to spend the whole summer alone with his boring family.

It was a bit confusing to Zack why he couldn't just join the club on his birthday and check out the local space his family frequented, but he was told that membership could only be granted at a distant resort near the sea. His sister once mentioned an "initiation," but his mom quickly silenced her and said she was being dramatic. Once Zack was a member, he could visit the local establishment with his family, but it had to start with the summer resort.

The flight there was uneventful, and at the airport, they loaded their gear and hopped into a large black van. Already in the van were another family, which after an introduction Zack learned were the Renards. Zack was a bit intimidated by the Renard family - they all seemed fit, tanned, and convivial, standards that he himself didn't feel quite up to. Their children, Colette and Paul, were a good six or seven years older than him but looked as if freshmen in college, and even the parents looked lively and young, despite some gray hair. They seemed pretty fun, though, and his sister quietly told him that they were popular at the club. Zack's parents seemed to know them quite well, and they all chatted happily, as newly-reunited friends often do, all the way to the resort.

It was the entrance to the resort that once again sparked Zack's curiosity. Tall walls framed a guarded gate, and he recognized the club's homelike emblem next to the gate. The guards at the gate spoke quietly for a long while to the driver and gave a long look, one at a time, to each of the guests in the van. It was almost like crossing a border into another country. None of this seemed to bother the Renards or his parents, who continued chatting, though his sister suddenly seemed withdrawn and even flushed, perhaps with deep nervousness. Lisa glanced briefly at him, but quickly looked away and as if a bit scared. What was going on?

After the extended visual interrogation by the guards, the gate opened, and the van pulled inside and waited for the gate to close. Moving forward again, the van drove out from a canopy of trees and revealed the splendor within.

A sleek, stylish resort sprawled out before Zack. Well-manicured lawns, tropical plants, and broad walking paths bordered rows of modern condos. The van drove around a large fountain splashing playfully in the sun, and stopped across from some tennis courts and a shady park with big, flat benches and an outdoor shower. The Renards got out here, but as they waved goodbye to the Thompsons, Paul out of the blue said, "Good luck, Zack," and gave him a wink.

Awkwardly, Zack replied, "Thanks," though for what he'd need luck, he wasn't sure. He didn't know anything about the membership process, and wasn't sure if he'd have to pass a test or would even be admitted. The smile on Paul's face made him think it wasn't the latter, but it still confused him.

The van drove ahead, at which point Zack could see the blue of the ocean and white beaches dotted with towels and umbrellas. Up to now, he hadn't seen many people, but caught a glimpse of several young women in bikinis walking by. The view was nice, and that raised his spirits a fair bit. Perhaps this could be the summer Zack finally got lucky? There never was the right moment at home or at camp, and even though he saw other counselors fool around, he never felt the right attraction to cross that line. He was rather conservative at school, not entirely shy but not particularly adventurous, and aside from some kissing and brief groping during the few dates he had, he was largely inexperienced in the domain of sex. Even now, despite that brief bolt of arousal, Zack didn't think much of his prospects.

Turning a corner, the van passed a storefront and some restaurants, and stopped in front of another row of condos. Zack and his family got out with their luggage and entered through the low iron gate of one of the middle condos into a broad, sunny patio with several padded lounge chairs. Going inside, Zack was impressed with the minimal but modern layout, but was dismayed when his parents informed him he would be sharing the smaller of two bedrooms with his sister Lisa. With just two twin beds loaded with pillows, a desk with a lamp, and a connected bathroom with a large shower, it seemed pretty spartan. The prospect of being stuck in the same room as his sister for more than a month really ticked him off, and the lack of privacy was concerning. Zack dragged his bags in with a huff.

After unpacking, Zack's dad Jeff called him into the kitchen. His mom, Rachel, was sitting bolt upright at a counter drinking ice water, and she seemed to be hiding a bit of worry behind a brave smile for some reason.

"Son, we should head over to the center to start the membership process," said Jeff. "It can take a little while as they're pretty thorough. They'll also give you a quick tour of the grounds, and if all goes well, a small ceremony at the end. Either your mother or I will go with you. Any preference?"

Zack thought for a moment, and responded with a shrug, "Sure Dad, I'll go with you, I guess. Um, anything I need to know for this whole membership initiation thing?"

Jeff glanced at Rachel, who after a pause responded, "Not really, honey, just that you should be completely honest, and there's no pressure for anything. This club is amazing, life-changing even, but we want it to be your choice to join and accept whatever happens."

Zack was puzzled. "What could happen? This place seems nice, and I think I want to be here, so what's the problem?"

"Nothing at all, honey," Rachel said, relaxing a bit. "In fact, we think you'll absolutely love it in the club. It's a real privilege and a real treat, once you get a taste." Standing up and walking to Zack, Rachel gave him a big, lasting hug. "We love you, dear."

This was all rather sappy, Zack thought, though he was also distracted by the hug. It wasn't that his family didn't hug, but this was particularly deep, with his mom's fingers almost imperceptibly caressing his shoulders, and her bosom pressed against his chest. She pulled away, looking into his eyes for a moment, and then went back into her room, somewhat unsteadily. Lisa shot an odd smile at Zack and followed her mom to check on her.

With a bit of a grin, Jeff said, "Alright son, let's go," and they headed out. Crossing the street, they entered the main center of the resort, a large three-story building with glass double doors that said "Boundless Athletic Club" in large letters. They entered through the glass double doors and were greeted by an older woman at a wide desk. She looked a bit like a librarian, though her glasses where stylish and her long salt-and-pepper hair was pulled back in a formal but chic way.

"Hey Tilda, how've you been?" Jeff exclaimed.

"Welcome back, Jeff, it's great to see you," Tilda replied familiarly. Tilda turned intently but warmly to Zack and shook his hand. "You must be Zachary. Your parents are thrilled to have you here. Are we set to begin the membership process?"

"Yes, I'm ready," said Zack.

Tilda led both past the desk and through the door to another office, and began what at first seemed like a rather basic vetting process. A brief introduction covered the club's goals and motto, and Zack watched a short video that seemed like a generic marketing shtick. Tilda asked him some innocuous questions about himself and his interests, taking notes in a computer, and seemed genuinely interested in his responses. Somewhat more probing questions about girlfriends (or boyfriends) and philosophy were odd though still not too bad. They then performed a simple gathering of identification and fingerprinting, neither of which alarmed Zack as he knew his parents used their thumbprints to enter the local club facility.

What did alarm Zack was that they were going to need to do a blood and urine test. Zack looked questioningly at his father, who nodded, so they all went through another door into what looked a bit like a hospital room. Tilda introduced a tall woman in casual clothes but a white doctor's coat, explained this was the club's clinic, and that all issues could be handled here during the stay. Blood was drawn, Zack peed in a cup in the bathroom, and Tilda assured them they'd have results in a jiffy.

While they waited, Tilda showed a few more important aspects of the center, provided Zack with a map of the grounds, and chatted lightly about the food options available, which he deemed pretty cool and most certainly better than hot dogs at summer camp. They stepped outside briefly to look at the beach and point out where to get towels and a cool drink when the doctor poked her head out and told Tilda somewhat cryptically, "good to go."

"Fantastic," said Tilda, swiveling to Zack and clasping her hands with a big smile. She led them again inside to the same office, sat them down, and then became somewhat stern. "Zack, it is crucial that everything that happens at the club is absolutely confidential; that no one outside the club ever hears anything about it; that no photography or videos are taken on any devices; that doing any of this is a violation of the contract, and can be penalized by law. By signing this document, you bound yourself to this. This is irrevocable. Do you understand?"

Zack looked again at his Dad, who simply smiled and nodded back. He thought for a moment, thinking this all was quite a lot just for an athletic club, however nice, but looked back at Tilda and said, "I understand." He took a heavy, fancy pen and signed and dated the document, as did his father and finally Tilda.

Tilda beamed and put her hand on Zack's as he put down the pen. "Zachary, it is truly a pleasure to meet you and have you here at the club. If you're ever bored, you're always welcome to come to the center and help me out here."

Zack's dad laughed out loud suddenly, then got up and gave Tilda a long embrace. Turning to Zack, Jeff extended his hand and said, "Welcome to the club, son!"

Zack went to shake his hand and was immediately pulled in for a big embrace with his dad, again strangely emotional, but it also got Zack more excited. This felt important for some reason, and he did really appreciate getting into something that felt so exclusive, however vague it still was.

Tilda looked at her watch. "Just in the nick of time, gentlemen. The ceremony should start somewhat soon, so you'll probably want to head straight over to the theater and get situated, perhaps meet a few folks beforehand. Have fun!"

Jeff and Zack left the center, and walked on a path up to another large building next to the beach, a sign identifying it as the Theater. Entering and walking through the lobby, the two entered a large, somewhat dim room. After letting his eyes adjust, Zack could see a variety of chairs, couches, futons, and benches in a terraced semicircle around a round, low stage. Lights pointed at the stage lit a single chair.

As Zack looked around the theater, he quickly saw his buddy Peter and ran up and gave him a fist bump. Peter's mom, Petra, was there too and said hello, and then went over to talk to Jeff.

"Hey man, so you passed the test too," exclaimed Peter. "I thought that blood test was going to catch that we smoked a few weeks ago during finals."

"Yep, I'm all up in the club," responded Zack, ever the awkward teenager. "That test was weird. Everything seems cool but a bit weird, right? My mom and sister were weird before we left."

"Tell me about it," said Peter. "My sisters were acting crazy too, almost the whole way here. Like, more crazy than normal. Probably just the beach or whatever. At least Mom played it cool. She's been better lately and seemed happy, even excited."

Zack felt for his buddy Peter, who lost his Dad suddenly a few years back. It was tough on everyone, so Zack was happy to hear they were in positive spirits again.

The two young men were interrupted by Julie and Corina, Zack's friends from summer camp. "Hey boys, how's it going," bubbled Julie. The girls introduced themselves to Peter, whom they had never met. The four chatted again about the test before moving on to the membership ceremony.

"We'll get a shiny certificate and then hit the beach," hoped Peter out loud.

"I doubt my family would let me," said Corina, who went by Cori. "My brothers said they have another 'family' initiation for me afterwards, whatever that means. Mom said I have to go."

"My Dad, John, is running the ceremony," said Julie. "My sister, Silva, is going to help, and they hinted I may somehow help too. I hate being on stage. I hope I don't have to go up," Julie sighed. "They said it was going to be pretty special, though."

As if on cue, several loud chimes rang, and everyone looked for a seat. Julie and Cori went to sit by their mothers, while Zack and Peter simply plopped down on a broad sofa nearby. The lights dimmed a bit further, accentuating Julie's father and sister on the lit stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Boundless Athletic Club," said John to the assembled group. "Congratulations on your admission to this elite institution. We believe it is a privilege to be here, and believe truly that you will enjoy your time at BAC."

"I am thrilled to be here today, as Silva, my daughter, and I, have been nominated to lead the membership ceremony. It is a special day as today we induct my youngest, Julie," John said, looking at her affectionately. Julie beamed back, her blonde hair in two pony tails glinting in the faint light.

"You have been invited to the club by someone special to you. For our youngest new members, that was a parent or guardian. Please stand, say your name, and acknowledge the family member that came with you today."

Zack stood up, took his turn, and looked over at his father sitting a few rows over, sitting next to Petra. Jeff just happily winked back at the boys with a thumbs up, though Petra didn't look their way. As Zack glanced around the room, he saw perhaps a dozen unfamiliar faces of young adults he guessed must also be eighteen that were getting inducted today.

John asked them to sit down and then said, "We're also excited to have several families that are entirely brand new to the club, and we want to welcome them too, if they'll please stand and introduce themselves." Two families stood briefly, politely waved, and sat back down.

John started, "By now, you have already had a brief tour of the club, an introduction at the center, and have signed an agreement of total confidentiality. I want to remind our inductees of this agreement again, with one last chance if they feel uncomfortable and want to back out. Your membership is voluntary, but the bounds of the agreement are not. Any such person may leave now if they please."

John looked about the room, as did others, but after some moments of silence and no one moving, he smiled and nodded. Walking to Silva, who had stood up quietly, he took her hand. He led her to the front of the stage, just in front of his daughter Julie and wife, Eloise, who were seated in front.

"Our motto here at the club is: Vitality, Harmony, Heritage. All three elements are crucial. Vitality is represented by our health and physical well-being. Harmony comes from our positive attitudes, our mental well-being. Heritage, perhaps most importantly, comes from those most important to us, our family."

John smiled at Silva for a moment, and then turned to the crowd and continued. "The love for one's family is boundless, and it is from this love that Boundless Athletic Club was conceived and built to what it is today. In untethering ourselves from the bounds set by others, we are able to fulfill the greatest love for each other."

John looked over to Silva again with a smile, but this time pulled her close until her arms were around his shoulders, and his on her lower back. Looking into each other's eyes for just a moment, and then, with little hesitation, John bent his head slightly and pushed his tongue into his daughter's willing mouth.

Zack stopped breathing for a moment, feeling a sudden shot of adrenaline and staggered. The scene was bewildering and lingering, as Silva and John deeply and passionately kissed as if the assembly wasn't there. Zack looked over to his friend Julie, who looked equally stunned watching her father and sister in their deep embrace, her face flushed red and chin dropped. Her mother held her hand, also watching the show, which Zack looked back to. The two on stage split apart somewhat reluctantly, and Silva sank slowly to her knees in front of her father.

"At Boundless, we feel that love should be shared, fully," said John. "It is through sharing that our family becomes complete."

Without hurrying, Silva undid John's belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the floor. She then took the hem of his briefs, and pulling them down, revealed an already rigid cock, which sprung out upon being freed.

Silva kissed around her dad's exposed tan groin, working in circles to the center, and then took his cock in her dainty hand. She blew teasingly on the cock, to which John gasped slightly, and then started kissing up and down the shaft with patience. Sticking out her tongue, she licked slowly and steadily from the base to the tip, and then down again, with soft kisses as tender interludes. Then, with one motion, she lined up and engulfed his penis with her mouth.

At this, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd that pulled Zack from his fog. The dad from one of the entirely new families, the Smith family, was storming out, pulling his wife by the arm, and with their grown children tailing behind them. Zack also saw one of the new girls run out, and her mother concernedly followed her out the door. Looking about the room, many of the new inductees looked stunned, and it was then that Zack realized he was hard as ever before.

A feeling of anxiety washed over him. He was sitting next to his good friend with a hard-on, in public, with other people nearby. Even through his jeans, he could see a visible tent, and he was instantly embarrassed. He tried shifting imperceptibly, but that didn't help, and in fact, the friction on his erection caused a shot of pleasure he hadn't anticipated. His embarrassment worsened until, side-glancing at Peter next to him, he quickly realized his friend was in the same predicament, and even had his hand gripping something in his pants.

Before he could think again, there was movement at the stage. John removed his remaining clothing, walked to the single chair, and sat down, his cock standing straight up. He reached out his hand towards his seated daughter, Julie, and beckoned her to come up on the stage. Julie sat transfixed, unsure for a moment what to do. Silva had moved next to Julie, and with her mother, helped Julie stand up and slowly climb the stairs onto the stage.

Julie seemed as if in a trance, stunned but willing. She stared straight into her father's eyes, as if to avoid seeing this naked, fit form in the chair. As she looked left at her mother, as if for affirmation, her eyes looked wild, her ears burning red.

As Julie crossed the stage, her father lifted his hand and took hers in a gentle grip, placing his other hand on top of hers in comfort. Silva and Eloise stood to the side in a loving embrace.

John looked up into Julie's eyes. "Baby, I want this more than anything in the world. I want to share this love with you."

Julie's eyes blazed back, still unwaveringly looking into her father's. "Daddy, I think I do, but I'm scared."

John pulled Julie's face in, his hand caressing her cheek. He spoke quietly, as if no one else could hear them, and looked again in her eyes. "Baby, there's nothing to be scared of. It's true love." John's fingers played lightly behind Julie's ear and into her hair, and pulled her slowly and delicately, bringing Julie's small lips to his.

This first kiss between daughter and father was almost polite, closed mouth, testing. The two backed up a moment, looked into each other's eyes, and then came together again. This second kiss was deeper, though still almost respectful. Then, as if suddenly released, Julie began to shower her father with kisses on his mouth, amateurishly but passionately. John responded, spurred further by Julie placing her hands into her father's hands and drawing him in.

Julie pulled away, looking again into John's eyes, and then down, wide-eyed, at her father's large cock. She paused there for some time, as if uncertain, until her sister broke the spell and pulled Julie away.

Silva positioned and then knelt her sister down to the side of their father, and then knelt herself right in front of him, taking his knees and spreading them somewhat. Leaning forward, she looked to Julie, said something indiscernible, and then took her father's cock and started to suck on it with relish.

Zack had to look away. His heart was racing, and there was a ringing in his ears. This show was unbelievable, and every tiny shift of his body ground his inescapable hard-on against his jeans, bringing him closer to an unforgivable ejaculation in public, right next to his buddy. Peter! He looked over and saw his friend somewhat shamelessly rubbing his erection now, though still through his pants, utterly entranced.

Zack started to look around, trying to work himself down. Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was another, completely erotic sight. A girl who had earlier introduced herself as Karin was a row away with an older man who Zack presumed was her father. His first impression of her, before all this, was that she was tall, plain, wearing no makeup, and dressed more like she was going to her first day in Catholic school than to a resort.

However, whatever conservative leaning she had in appearance did not carry to her demeanor. She was on top of her father, straddling him, her plaid skirt around her tight waist flowing around her. Creamy, thick thighs peaked out, and from the leg and hip movements, she must have been slightly grinding against her father's clothed crotch. Meanwhile, her father had just succeeded in undoing the front of her white blouse and her bra, and with some intention, slowly removed it to reveal full breasts, the most beautiful Zack could recall ever seeing. Her father, his arms around her waist, pecked around a nipple before hungrily taking it in his mouth.

Zack drunkenly looked away, panting, desperate. Looking some distance to the right, he could see Cori, and she was looking at her mother worriedly. They were talking quietly, and Zack was momentarily distracted, momentarily relieved. Cori's mouth pursed, and looked at the stage, also panting visibly. She then looked at her mother, seemed to relax, and without warning, the two leaned together and embraced in a hot french kiss.

Synapses popped in Zack's brain, and he was on the brink. Looking back to the stage, he saw that now Julie was meekly licking her father's cock. She didn't have any real tact, licking aimlessly and occasionally sucking on his engorged head. Nonetheless, it was clear John enjoyed it immensely, his look almost more like pride than pleasure as he watched his youngest daughter perform a well-intentioned blowjob.

Silva, still on her knees beside Julie, took her sister's free hand and moved it to cup John's balls. Silva then guided Julie's other hands to stroke his cock. Now, with this assistance, Julie somewhat more expertly fellated her father, with her pistoning hand and swirling tongue producing a prolonged groan from the subject of her oral pleasing.

Silva then stood up, and helped Julie to her feet. Silva pulled Julie's sweater off over her head, and then unzipped the back of the sundress dress she was wearing, which fell from Julie's shoulders and onto the floor. Julie instinctively brought her hands up to shield her body helplessly, but as if to calm the fear, Silva brought Julie's face to her own and engaged in a deep, loving kiss. As the two kissed, Silva unclasped her bra, revealing small and pert breasts, and pulling away, she knelt down and pulled Julie's modest blue panties down around her narrow hips. As Julie stepped out of her panties, an untrimmed blonde bush was briefly revealed between her thin but muscular thighs.

Julie was then turned back towards her father, who took his time looking head to toe at her revealed beauty. She smiled at him genuinely now, showing a growing confidence in this unbelievable show of affection. Taking her hand, John closed his legs and tenderly led Julie to straddle and sit on his lap. He pulled his hardness against his flat stomach, which allowed Julie to come in a close embrace. Her head level with her father, she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She then began gyrating on his lap, in complete heat, breathing frantically. Each little thrust of her mound against his hardness could be indicated in her rhythmically clenching butt, which John now took into his hands. The two of them humped against each other unashamedly, ceaselessly kissing, before John blinked as if to wake up and had them stop.

Breathing hard for a moment, John lifted his daughter by the hips so that she stood prone above his crotch. He said something to Silva, who knelt between his legs, took his erection, and held it straight up at Julie's exposed womanhood. John looked at Julie and said something, and Julie nodded back, staring straight into his eyes. Then, gingerly, John lowered his daughter's hips until the head of his cock touched and then just barely penetrated her aching pussy.

Julie's breath caught, and John stopped too, fixated on his daughter's face, waiting. The two held frozen as time stopped. Julie, eyes closed hard, inhaled deeply at the feeling of John's penis at her entrance. She then bit her lip, nodded ever so slightly, and lowered herself steadily down her father's stony rod, bit by bit; raising up a moment, then down again until it disappeared entirely into her virgin cunt.

Zack couldn't help it, and unloosed a shot of semen right into his pants. His vision blurred as he experienced the strongest ejaculation of his life, not caring about anyone nearby, but just the lust and pleasure of the moment. His vision restored, he returned his gaze to the show, transfixed.

Julie was slowly working up and down her father's cock, now wet with her excitement. Her feet dangled around his hips, so she used her thighs to move up and down, purposely rubbing her nipples against his chest. She buried her head into his shoulder, and then started thrusting against him with faster, shorter strokes, frenzied and youthful. He simply held onto her shoulder blades, his own eyes closed in a mask of pleasure.

Her rotating hips unceasing, Julie turned her head, met her father's eyes, and kissed him hard, before seeing her mother standing behind the chair. She was smiling down at the lovemaking pair, but Julie became worried for a moment and stopped. "Mom, is this okay?" Julie asked impishly.

"Oh honey, it's not just okay," responded Eloise. "It's real, boundless love." Mom then bent down, brought her face to Julie's, closed her eyes, and kissed her youngest daughter with the most impossibly soft kiss. Her mother then stood up, and with a shaky voice, repeated, "It's love, honey."

That must have set Julie off, because she immediately began humping her father in earnest. Rocking steadily, she was a piston on his steel rod, up and down. He brought his hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples firmly between his rough fingers, which caused Julie to tense. Her movements, still regular, became jerky. She ground herself three more times on her father's dick, and then buried him to the hilt, feeling him as deep as can be. Julie's body then clenched, and with a shout, she came on her father for the first time.

John couldn't help it. He lifted his daughter's slim body up and thrust down again, eliciting another shout from Julie. With her stiff in the throes of climax, he rammed his cock rapidly into her pussy a half dozen more times before jamming himself up once more, and releasing a thick rope of cum deep into his daughter.

Feeling her father pulse his hot dick in her vagina sent Julie to another level, and this time, she simply gripped her father tightly and allowed her body to shake. John held on as well, thrusting lightly several more times, which led both to moan deeply, and he eventually emptied himself completely into her.

Slowing down, they ground together luxuriously, gyrating in a haze, before slumping a bit, visibly spent. Julie, her makeup smeared and her face glistening in sweat, looked at her father blearily and then kissed him fully on the mouth. They exchanged this sensual kiss, and then pulled apart and looked out into the crowd, spent and somewhat stunned. "Welcome to Boundless," said John sheepishly, and shared a chuckle with his daughters and wife on stage.

Spontaneously, some of the parents in the room clapped approvingly, and that woke up Zack from this perverted, incestuous exhibition. He realized he was hard again, despite just cumming, but a big wet spot spread glaringly in the middle of his jeans.

Zack looked over to Peter, except he was gone. Looking further, he could see his dad, Jeff, who was admiring a bit of a show to the side, where other families were exploring this new boundless relationship. His friend Cori was gone, as was that Karin girl and her dad, but an older woman seemed to be riding a young man on the other side of the room. Zack felt another rise from his penis.

Looking back, Zack now saw his dad approaching him, and Zack panicked a bit, but Jeff just smiled assuredly.

"What was something else, wasn't it?" Jeff said with a grin, and then a hearty laugh. "Poor boy, you've probably been just writhing over here."

"Dad, what is this place?" Zack asked somewhat dumbly. "Its... its an incest club? Is that it?"

"No, son, really truly, it's a wellness retreat," responded Jeff. "And it's not just incest really, because you're free to have sex with anyone here, if they're willing and wanting."

Zack sat stupefied, the ramifications of this going through his mind. "Anyone?" he asked, his voice cracking, his throat dry. Images flashed of his crush Dana in his mind, and of Julie, who he had never known was so beautiful.

"Anyone, son. But," Jeff said with a meaningful pause, "it is meant as a way for families to grow closer. And some of that family is now waiting for you back at the condo."

It hit Zack like a truck, and his breathing and pulse quickened rapidly again. "Mom?" Zack crackled.

"Your mom, son," said Jeff. "And your sister, Rachel. Son, they both love you, and they're both probably crawling up the walls to show you. Lisa almost lost it before the ceremony."

Zack's head spun, and he might have fallen if he wasn't on a couch. He tried to orient himself. "Dad, I had an accident," he said dumbly.

Jeff responded with a laugh. "Let's get you to the showers and get a robe on. You might not need those clothes for a long time anyway."